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This web site belongs to the cutest boy in the Universe. (But then again, I'm his mommy so I'm biased.) |
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Taken September 2002. Note the marker he felt he needed on his face.
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Well, I found out I was pregnant, I think either on October 20th or 21st. The line was faint, but definately there. I had all sorts of problems in the first trimester including bleeding and severe pain. But I went to visit Nancy and all was well with our little baby. I mostly slept the first 3 months. ::smirk:: | |||||||||||||
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So, we went and ate at Mazalan. I had a tostada. It was great (too bad I had to puke it up later *G*). Then we went to Fred Meyer to grab some last minute snacks and "stuff" to keep us entertained during labor. We packed a lot because of all of the stories about how people are in labor for HOURS, sometimes DAYS. I started having contractions at about 7:00pm. We got back from dinner at about 7:30pm. Nadine (my best friend, doula and she just gave birth to an angel) was already there. Nancy Checked me and had me waddle around her front yard for 20 minutes applying nipple stimulation. I kept on telling Chris he could lend a "hand," so to speak, to help, but for some reson he didn't want to. ::smirk:: Well, at about 10 'till 8:00pm I went back in to see how my contractions were doing. She asked me about how far apart were they. I didn't know. It was like constant discomfort, not exact contractions. So she hooked me up to that keen little monitor and I layed down for a bit as the contractions strengthened. Well, Nancy broke my water at 9:00pm. Things got pretty intense past that.. I milled around the main room for a while. She let me go into her big, badass jaccuzi tub. It was real nice for a short bit. But I couldn't get comfortable no matter what. This was when I got a little overwhelmed. I kept thinking about people telling me how long their hard labor lasted (ie: all those stories about 48+ hours of hard labor) and kept on thinking if I had to feel that much pain for that long I will die! Well, she had me get out to check me. She offered me my shirt back but I was miserable as it was, I didn't want to have nasty clothes clinging to me too! So I did it nekkid. I guess I had progressed quite a bit because she told me I could start pushing. That was at 10:30pm. So I started pushing. It felt so much better to actually be pushing. Then it started to hurt more. Once again my mind went back to all those stories (ie: pushing for 4 hours!). I thought I was sure to die if it was THAT bad!! But the next thing I knew they told me they saw the head. I couldn't believe it. It felt like i had only pushed about 4 times (it was more than that but you kinda have a warped sense of time during something like this). So I remembered all of the things Valery (my great friend) told me. I made sure I wasn't pushing with my face and I wasn't wasting engergy by screaming. Also, I remembered her saying that I was going to have to deal with the pain no matter what that it will just go quicker if I just get the work done! Boy, was she right! (smart woman) Nancy hollared at Chris to come catch the baby. Chris, who orignally said I was lucky he was even going that he wouldn't watch it, caught our son. What a sport! Then they put marshall on my belly. All I could think of was "Where's the rest of him?" and "is this really my baby?" He was all sticky and small. But he was wide awake and very alert. He was so calm. He just layed on my tummy checking everything out. Chris (aka Mr.Squeemish) then cut the cord. I was later told that it hurt unusually bad for me because of the speed in which I had him. But you know what, I don't care. I'm so glad I did everything the way I did. Including having NO drugs. I was in love! Marshall Douglas was born at 11:00pm, after 4 hours of labor. One hour later Nancy helped me begin to breastfeed. Boy, Marsh was quick to start on that! LOL! Vital stats: Weight- 6lbs 4oz; Length- 19in; Head Circ. 13.5in. At 1:30am, a mere 2.5 hours after I delivered him, I got in my car and we went home. It was so good to go home and sleep in my own bed.
Finally, I was a mom.
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Now, I'm completely entranced with Marshall. At first he was very jaundiced and wasn't much interested in eating. But that quickly passed and he proved to be QUITE the eater. Already he was showing signs of the same quick temper that Chris has. ::chuckle:: He has been growing in leaps and bounds.. He started off so small. But now he's over 12lbs (at 10.5wks). He very quickly got his nick name from his mommy. "Pig" Of course I say it lovingly and call him all sorts of sweet names to go along with it. I won't give my boy a complex. ::smirk:: Chris and I had the discussion before he was born on what will he look like. Chris was so certain he would take after him for the most part because of his "strong genes." I kept saying "I don't know...." Obviously he never took a good look at the Moeller side (my dad's). Well, our son has medium complexion (good mix of mine and Chris'), blue eyes, and light brown hair. He also has my chin, my brow, my mouth/smile and even my ugly little toes (poor kid). ROFL! I will say he does have Chris' shape of eyes. And that is WAY cool because that is the one thing I badly wanted him to have. It was the one feature that drew me to Chris the most (I like just about all of his features but his eyes stand out). So Marsh is little mommy clone He started out such a grumpy guy. And I discovered a new found resource for patience. Anyone else's kid I would have freaked out about by now. But Marshall gets mad at me and I just smile and say, "you're okay." I'm giving him what he needs, food, clean diapers, warmth, and most of all love. After all, he is the most important man in my life.
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