D-Day

Last week was a semi blur. It seemed there was so much to do before the baby arrived. I had something going on every night. Wednesday, I wanted to do something special with Becca before her life changed so I took her to have her nails done. She loved it! We then went down to Nashville to meet with my eye surgeon to have a test done before they could send it off to insurance for approval. We then had time to kill before my mom's plane came in, so we went to Opry Mills Mall. I was fine at first and then it got more difficult to walk so we took a break and I had a julius...love those things. I thought I was feeling better but hadn't walked far and needed to rest again. Darren took Becca to look for pajamas and a coat for me. We then went to pick up mom, went to dinner, then went to the grocery store. At midnight, we checked into the hospital. I was already dilated to a 6 so they didn't give me any medication. But a lady down the hall was progressing quickly so they called the anesthesiologist for her; while he was there, they decided to go ahead and give me an epidural as well because they thought that once my water broke, I would go quickly. My doctor came in around 7 and broke my water. I progressed slowly from there. The baby was not coming down far enough, which is exactly what happened with Becca. By 2:00, I was feeling a lot of pressure and pain. By 3 or 4, I was asking for more drugs, thinking in the back of my head, that if labor was going to be like this next time, I was done having kids...which is exactly what my husband was thinking at the time too. Even with the pain, I thought if I could just manage, he'd come soon but I still did not want a C-section. Around 5, the doctor said he was coming out forehead first and they were going to try to turn him and use the vacuum some. Unfortunately, that didn't work. So, they decided to do a C-section. I won't lie, I was upset and didn't really want one, but understood that it was best for both of us. When the doctor went in, he also found that the baby had his head turned at an angle, so when he was coming down, he got stuck. So at 6:06 p.m. Barrett Max came into this world. He weighed in at 8 pounds 6 ounces and was 20 inches long. We were happy to have a healthy baby. Big sister and Barrett

Becca dentist and birthday party

Becca went to a pediatric dentist for the first time this last week. He said everything looks good...her spacing, cheekbones, etc. However, the thing that connects your tongue to your mouth is too close to the teeth and will probably cause problems later. She will probably have that clipped in the next year. I didn't take her so I didn't get all the details about why or what would happen if we didn't clip it. I'll probably do a little research but surely our dentist, whom my husband knows, wouldn't suggest something that wasn't needed...I hope. Becca's birthday party was yesterday. It started off shaky but ended well. I stepped out of the shower, mind you I'm 9 months pregnant, and almost did the splits. Needless to say, I was a little sore the rest of the day and some still today. My husband had to work that morning but was picking up the pizzas and meeting us at the bowling alley. I was trying to get myself and my daughter ready which is not easy task at her age. I also realized I had no balloons so needed to make a stop on our way. Becca was so excited about her birthday cake. There is a lady here who is very talented. You can give her a picture of anything and she'll make it for you. Plus, she puts almond extract in the icing and it is the best cake you'll eat. Anyway, she did a great job with the Cinderella cake and Becca wanted to look at it yet again. I told her we needed to comb her hair and finish getting ready first. Well, I went to her room to get her stuff and she, having her own little mind, decided to go check out the cake herself. I heard a crash and ran in the kitchen. The cake was upside down, still in the box however, and she was bawling. Luckily, the cake wasn't horribly damaged but it just made me more frazzled. By the time we cleaned it up and got the balloons, we were 10 minutes late to her birthday party. The rest of the day went great! It was a little chaotic at first, but the kids really had fun bowling. We had 11 kids on 2 lanes but once we got going, it actually went smoothly. A good time was had by all, we bowled, we ate pizza and cake and ice cream, had presents, etc. I love kids this age, every present is so exciting and the best thing they have ever seen. When we got home, it took me an hour to get all the presents out of the boxes because they really "tie" them in there. Cinderella stayed in tact, just the writing and the border were damaged They loved bowling!

More random occurences

Thanksgiving was another nice, quiet holiday. Darren's parents had planned on coming out, but with the baby coming soon, they decided to wait. So Darren smoked the turkey and I made a few things. Darren worked that morning and got home with just an hour to spare before the turkey was done. Then I watched my Cowboys defeat the Seahawks, so all in all it was a good day. Later in the weekend, we painted the entire living room. Darren did the hard work...going up and down the ladder to reach the ceiling and then do the trim around the baseboards too. I just had the middle part with a roller. Of course, we had all our furniture in the middle of the floor and there were some pieces I of course couldn't get back into place. Sunday afternoon while Darren was at work, I came around a corner too quickly (where the couch should be) and kicked the wall. The toe next to my pinky toe got the brunt of it. I couldn't get a towel wrapped around my toe very well with my belly in the way. Later in the evening I was showing it to Darren and it had turned pretty colors. I either broke or sprained it but it doesn't hurt too badly as long as no one steps on it (thank you kids and dogs). Becca went to a pediatric dentist today for the first time so he just looked in her mouth. He said everything looks good, the spacing, the jaws, etc. However, the thing underneath your tongue that connects to your mouth is a little too close to her teeth. She can't stick her tongue out very far and when she does, it folds a little at the end. He said he'd check her in about a year and we may need to get it clipped because it can cause problems later. She got a balloon and a toothbrush and she enjoyed the dentist. I wonder how long that lasts??