Life with the girls...

WOW, I cannot believe how busy my life has suddenly become... and I thought we were busy before with just Ali! I literally fall into bed at night- head to pillow asleep! Life has become a whirl-wind!

I've included in this post a pic of Sweet Avery under the jaundice lights... we had to re-admit to the hospital on Friday, May 7, for 3 days- it was horrible! Ali could not understand why momma and baby were gone again... and I just wanted to be home to settle into our routine. It was heartbreaking when KK and Ali would come visit and then have to leave again...

however,the biggest blessing was on Mother's Day- when Avery's bilirubin levels came down manageable and we were sent home! KK had a perfect BBQ'd hamburger waiting for me (my favorite) and we all cried with joy to have our family together.

For now, we are settling into life as a family of four. I feel so happy and blessed- I have never felt this exuberant in my life. It's like I have everything I could ever dream of having. We are such a lucky family- loving life and trying to soak in every moment!

Avery's story

Avery finally came last Wednesday! It is hard to believe it has been 1 week already... what whirlwind! The good news is she is a great baby, and Ali loves her so much :) We are finally a happy family!

So on Tuesday, May 4, I went to the doctor and was dilated to a 4. The doctor could not believe I was not in labor yet (I couldn't either!) and she thought I would definitely go into labor that night. I came home and contractions started... and then came to a dead stop at 11:00pm. I was so pissed- I couldn't sleep, I was in shock and depressed, thinking she would have to be induced. I woke up Wednesday and got ready for work, and sent KK and Ali out the door to daycare and work. Around 6:35am, the contractions started again, but I was sure it was a false alarm, like the night before. I called my mom, and she said if they hurt too bad not to work, that I was probably in labor. They weren't coming fast and furious, but when they did come, they were uncomfortable, so I called KK and told him to come home.. that I thought I was in labor. We walked around our neighborhood for about 30 minutes, the contractions were coming but were not super painful and were about 30 seconds long and sporadic. We decided to drop off Ali's carseat and overnight bag at daycare for my neighbor to pick her up in the afternoon... and we drove around town for about an hour, with contractions coming every 4 minutes and 30 seconds in length. We came back home and I went to the bathroom to see the bloody show... so we decided to give it a while and headed to the hospital. I was in labor! And dilated to a 5 (this was around 10:00am. My doctor came and broke my water at 12:00, right before that I had my epidural. Well, of course the epidural made me throw up, as all medicine does... and I called KK back in the room (he was out visiting with my mom and his mom) and told him I thought I had accidentally pooped the bed. Well, there was no poop, but KK called the nurses in anyway, and my mom. ... and Avery was crowning! I pushed TWICE; my doctor didn't even make it in time to catch her! And Avery was born at 1:39pm, May 5, 2010! It was in incredibly easy and quick labor- we were so happy and blessed to have her!

We came home Thursday and went back to the doctor Friday for her newborn check-up... that's when we found out she had jaundice- her Biliruben levels were high enough that we had to check back into the hospital to have her under the lights for 3 days- that story to be continued....just know we are home safe and sound- as super busy!

Introducing...

Avery Coy

Born 5.5.10 @ 1:39pm

9lbs 2oz

I pray for patience

Still here... still no baby... my body is tired and hurting... KK and I are at each other's throats we are both so anxious for her to be born... doctor appointment tomorrow!

The Waiting Game

so sorry for the crappy picture- KK took it with my phone and was very troubled to have to stop what he was doing to get a quick pic!

Yesterday was my appointment for my weekly "check-up" and weigh-in... fun times! I am dilated from a 1 1/2 last week to a 3 this week- positive progress! Now we just play the waiting game... and of course we are ALL hoping baby Avery comes sooner than later! I would be happy with her waiting until the weekend... or even sometime next week: I don't have very many sick days, and being the cheap a$$ that I am, I can't help but think, every day that I am at work is another dollar on my May paycheck!

I did tell the doc that I don't want to induce this time around unless we are close to going over my due date... I really want to feel what going into labor naturally feels like (Ali was induced)... this, however, brings a whole other set of thoughts to me: I just wonder when it will happen, how will I know when labor starts, etc. The UNKNOWN is what kills me! I'm a planner, people! I also think my mind plays tricks on me... like today, for example, I feel like stuff is happening- some pains and squeezes here and there, plus my back seems to be aching more than usual, but I can never tell if it is a mental thing, or my body really is preparing for labor. I know that it will happen when it's "time"... I'm just driving myself nuts waiting!

38 weeks

Just in case anyone was wondering... I'm still hanging in there with this baby! These last few weeks of the journey feel like months- the waiting and wondering is almost unbearable!
Not to mention I am feeling very uncomfortable, out of sorts, tired, and moody.
My mom and I were talking, and sometimes when you are as big as a house, trying to balance work, home, a 20 month old, and a husband... you get so overwhelmed and you just feel... sad. I know that I should feel excited and ready, which I do, but sometimes I just wanna cry. My body is stretched to the limits, I have indigestion 24-7, I cannot sleep at night, and I am just ready. Ready to have my baby; ready to meet her; ready to have my body back; ready to not have to haul my tired butt up every morning and come teach a bunch of 15 year old kids who could care less about what I'm going through. Ready to not have to carry my 31 pound daughter up and down the stairs because she is refusing to walk up and down them- ready to introduce Ali to her new sister. I'm just over it. And feeling like that about some a miracle and a blessing that is about to make her entrance into our family at any day makes me, once again, feel sad.

She's gonna be such a good big sister!