That one time when I became a Mom

I figured I had better write this whole experience down before I started forgetting some of it.  I can't believe I've offically been a Mom for over a month now!  Time keeps flying and I don't think it's going to slow down anytime soon.  So here it is...my adventure on becoming a mommy.

My entire pregnancy went by really quick, that is until I hit the final 3 weeks.  I'm sure it's this way with every pregnant woman.  I was tired of looking and feeling like the Michellin man, waddling around the house with ankles the size of bowling balls and hands that were so swollen and numb I couldn't even grip a pen to write with.  I was super anxious to meet my little one, and nervous facing the unknown.  Am I having contractions?  Did my water just break or did I pee?  I WANT THIS KID OUT!!!!!  My heart sunk when my due date had come and gone and I still didn't have a baby in my arms.  I then started getting nervous about getting induced.  "My body should be able to do this on its own...it's supposed to! Now I have to have drugs to get things flowing?  Am I going to give my kid brain damage having this done?  Why the heck won't I dialate?"  A million other thoughts ran through my mind but you get the picture.

My due date was November 9th.  They scheduled me to go in on Sunday the 16th at 4:00 PM (I had no idea this was going to be the worst night of my life.) They started me on Cytotec to soften my cervix, which consisted of me taking a pill every 3 hours.  Well...my nurses were supposed to come in and give me a pill every 3 hours, but between shift changes they got all screwed up on my times so it just ended up pushing everything back.  The best part of my night was having people come wake me up every 10 minutes because the monitor that tracks the babys heart beat kept moving or the baby would decide to move.  I got about 2 hours of sleep throughout the night.  Just what I wanted to prep me for labor the next day.  To top this all off, my anxiousness didn't help my situation at all.

Monday morning finally rolled around and they started me on the PIT.  The doc broke my water, and the race was on!  Ha... I wish.  I went through labor most of the day and only dialated to a 4.  By 5:00 Kyla's heart rate started dropping with each contraction.  They decided to put me on oxygen and take me off the pit to monitor her heart and when they did my contractions completely stopped.  I was so frustrated that my body wasn't doing anything on its own.  On the plus side, it was soooooo nice to take a break from the pain and Kyla's heart rate leveled out.  We waited for a while and on came the Pit again.  My contractions fired up and her heart rate started dropping even lower than before. It didn't take long for the Doctor to make the command decision that I was going to have a c-section.  After that it all happened quick.  Within 40 minutes Kyla was here!  (It was the best feeling in the world hearing our little baby cry for the first time, and seeing Casey with her just made it all complete.) I don't really remember much in the recovery room because I slept most of the time, but I do know that the operating room was FREEEEEEZING!!!! They kept piling the heated blankets on me so I would stop shaking in order to give me the spinal block, and I must say, It's a crazy weird feeling not having any feeling.  They flopped me off the operating table like a dead fish.

I made it back to the room, and finally got to embrace my girl for the first time.  It was wonderful getting to hold a little piece of heaven.  I felt bad that her poor little head was coned.  She had an alien looking noggin (if I knew what aliens looked like.)  She tried so hard to make it out on her own, but the space just wasn't quite big enough for her to fit through. (No wonder her heart rate kept dropping on us.)

Since then, life hasn't slowed down.  I have a super amazing husband that did everything for the first week because I was pretty much worthless after my surgery, and he still continues to do most everything.  My Mom was my guardian angel afterwards, helping me during the Baby Blues, and just being there for me.  I am so blessed to have such great people in my life.  You all know who you are!  I just want to thank all of you who stopped by to see us at the hospital.  We really appreciate your love and support.

Now a month has come and gone and Kyla is growing like a weed.  It's crazy how fast she changes and what new things she is starting to do.  Our life is fuller now that we have her in it, and we are so blessed to have a happy healthy baby.  Be sure to stay tuned for the life and times of Kyla!

 I am so glad I don't look like a beached whale anymore. 

 My mom took about 50 pictures of Casey in his Cheese factory suit :)

See....cone head.  I wasn't kidding.

    All ready to head home! 

Ohhhh baby...

(Warning....I am starting this post out saying it like it is...if you would prefer to be spared a little negativity I will put a bright caption where the happiness beigns.)

So...turns out I have a human being growing inside of me, and I must say, this is the weirdest most bizarre thing I have ever experienced.  To put it plainly, it sucks.  I totally wanted to be throwing my guts out for the first 3 months.  It's awesome.  A trip to the hospital to get fluid helped, (not without getting stabbed in every vein first) but I can't even imagine being sick through the entire pregnancy.  Luckily it went away...sorta.

2nd trimester.  Well....have you seen the movie "What to Expect When you're Expecting?"  Wendy hits the nail on the head.  "I feel like I got kicked in the vag"....about 50 times.  I love the feeling of packing a bowling ball on my pelvis all day every day whether walking or lying down.  The heat is enough to kill me.  Being tired, and sick, and sweaty, and fat, and more fat, and more sweaty....I love it!  Oh, and I suddenly became the wimpiest girl in the world.  I can't lift anything for fear of hurting my child.  It's annoying, nerve wracking, and just downright frustrating.  I hate being weak, but it's all for good reason.

As I was on my way to the doctor last week, I'm driving along and what should hit me, but the sudden urge to lose my breakfast without ANY warning.  I'll spare you the details, but it definitely made my day complete.

Ok ok, so besides my bad experience last week in the car, it isn't all bad.  But honestly...people don't prep you for this.   I thnk if they did, women wouldn't have kids.  So please don't take this to heart.  I'm just saying it like it is.

Happiness starts here.

So...turns out I have a human being growing inside of me, and I must say, this is the coolest thing I have ever experienced!  Seriously...there is a living thing in my fat belly! How flippin cool is that?  I still can't wrap my head around it.  God is super tricky to make this possible.  He has a cruel sense of humor with the whole sickness, moodiness and pain thing, but tricky he is.  This past week our little one has been moving like crazy!  Just more proof that there's a person in there.

I am 25 weeks along, and I must say, today I have been freaking myself out.  In 3 months, I will be holding a baby in my arms, and Casey and I will be completely responsible for it.  I'm scared out of my mind!  I'm still my Mom's kid.  I can't have one myself.  How am I going to be a Mom?  I honestly still feel like I'm 16.  I have to keep reminding myself I'm 24.  That just feels weird to say, but I'm going to be a Mom ready or not.  I'm holding out for the special feeling every Mom says she gets the first time she see's her little one.  I'm counting on that moment to make this whole experience worth it.

                                                                        23 weeks
 Thank heavens through my weird hormonal changes God made me a laugher instead of a cryer.  Well...I cry because I laugh so hard, but suddenly my husband has become the most hilarious person on the face of the planet. (He was funny before, but now it's just an added bonus.)  Apparantly I make him laugh too with my fat lady pregnant run.  (It's not a run.  I just move my arms really fast..."it feels like you're running at an incredible rate!")  I shouldnt have to tell you that's from Dumb and Dumber.  I haven't had any weird cravings, but I have found I miss my Mom a lot more when I dont talk to her or see her.

So another big thing we've experienced....WE MOVED!  We are now proud residence of DECLO, ID.  I absolutely LOVE IT!  Our house is cozy, with a little over 2 acres, so when I get the kids all popped out they have space to run amuck and gallop through our wooded glen.  Ok so there's not much of a wooded glen, but there's wide open spaces, which is just how we like it.  We love our ward.  I actually don't dread going to church on Sundays anymore, and we have great neighbors that live far enough away they don't bug us.

                                                                  Our humble abode

            This is us for now...fat, and happy for the most part. Oh...and if you wanted to know...

Kyla will be here November 9th, but I'd take her a week early if she wanted to make an entrance.  Don't tell my Dad though.  He was upset we found out what we are having and he was adamant about not knowing.  So try not to bring it up in small talk if he pulls you over haha.  November will be here before I know it, and I just hope I'm as good of a Mom to my girl as my Mom is to me.  Here's hoping :)