She arrived...2 months ago

Great news everybody, Elizabeth Britt O'Neill has arrived.  Ok- so you all already knew that considering she is now 2 months old.  But I have been a busy lady.  Since her arrival, we have had Christmas and New Years, experienced Elizabeth's first flight (to STL), taken a month long sabbatical with the Britt family, looked at some open houses, had a little tongue tie snip, and survived the polar vortex!!  So back off the no blog posts, that's a lot of action in 60 days!

Now back to this little lady being born.  Behold her birth story:

I went in for my weekly appointment on Thursday, December 19th.  I learned that I was 4cm, 50% effaced.  Not much had changed since the previous week.  I was scheduled to be induced that Monday, the 23rd.  I asked the doc if there was anything she could do to help get the show on the road.  She was hesitant because she had a hair appointment that evening and didn't want to miss it.  I told her that if I went into labor, I was okay with the on-call doc delivering.  So she agreed and did her little doctor trick.  She warned me that I might go into labor that night or the following day.

The rest of that day was pretty uneventful, I had some cramping and contractions, but nothing too painful or regular.  I bounced on the exercise ball for a while that evening, while Christopher laughed at me and tried to join the fun, then went to bed.  I woke up at 12:56 with some pretty good back pain.  I know the time because it was also the exact time that Bo decided to come to bed.  Once the pain subsided, I went back to sleep, only to be woken up about 15 minutes later with more back pain.  I told Bo that I thought it was "go" time.  The poor dude hadn't even fallen asleep yet.  I was still a little unsure, so I gave it one more contraction before officially calling it labor.  Once that contraction came, we knew it was time to get head out.  We called Grandma O to come stay with Christopher, and got ready!  We left for the hospital as soon as Grandma arrived.  I texted my sis on the way to say what was happening, and to my surprise she responded (at 2am).  She had probably been out clubbin' and was just getting home.  We checked in to the hospital around 3am.  At this point the contractions felt about 5 minutes apart. 

We got up to our room and got situated.  The nurses came in to check me.  A small part of me was still scared that they would send me home.  Luckily that fear was quickly pushed aside when she said I was 6-7cm.  They started the antibiotic for Strep B immediately.  And I immediately asked for that little slice of heaven- the epidural.  The nurses said it would be in by 4am.  At this point the contractions hurt like a b#$^&!!  An hour after promised, I was blissfully unaware of any contractions!

Bo and I then tried to get some sleep while we waited for the antibiotic to do its job.  We maybe got 3 hours of frequently interrupted sleep.  Around 8am the on-call doc came in and introduced herself.  She then said she was going to break my water, go perform a C-section, then come back and hopefully it would be time to push.  Well surprise!, when she went to break my water, she informed me that it was already time to push.  She excused herself for a minute to push back her C-section (sorry to whomever that mom was).  This epidural was so amazing that I never felt the urge to push- I literally couldn't feel a thing.  She came back in and told me to push.  At 9:13am, only contractions later (9 total pushes), Elizabeth Britt O'Neill was born.  She weighed 7lbs 12oz and was 21inches long.  Then a small mishap happened.  The doc asked me if I wanted to hold her right away, which of course I did.  She handed her to me, not knowing how short the umbilical cord was.  When I grabbed her and brought her to my chest, the cord snapped.  If you have ever seen Dexter, you can imagine the sight.  Both Bo and I were freaked out, not knowing what happened, but the doc was calm, clamped the cord, and explained what happened.  I looked like I just committed a triple homicide, but was relieved that nothing was wrong. 

 

 

Once she was cleaned off, we saw just how much she looked like Christopher.  She was exactly one pound lighter and had a much smaller head, but otherwise they were twins!  Christopher is on the top of both of these, with Elizabeth on the bottom.

 



 

And now a random assortment of photos:

 

 

FYI- Bo and I have not separated, I just have done a terrible job documenting that he is actually the father of these two children.

Still cooking plus SANTA!!!!!!!

So this little lady is holding tight and cooking away.  It seems that she thinks a December 23rd induction is the way to go.  Little does she know that she will one day resent a birthday so close to Christmas and wish that she would have appeared a couple of days earlier. 

At my doc appointment last week I was 4 cm and 50% effaced.  My doctor commented that she did not understand how I was still walking around and not having a baby.  All I know is that you cannot call this walking.  The sciatic nerve pain has hit an all-time peak.  I contemplated calling an ambulance on Monday because I could not walk.  I was home from work because the Nugget was sick and I got hit with some serious pain.  It was so bad I could not walk, so I had to crawl to the bedroom and find some Tylenol.  I probably looked like a crack head digging around for drugs.  And my poor child was following me asking why I was acting like a baby.  He's lucky he is was sick, is cute, and I was crippled!

I am back to waddling today, so that is a positive.  Hopefully the visit to the doctor tomorrow ends in sending me to the hospital.  A girl can dream!

I am happy to report that the last couple of days were not a complete waste- we were able to cross one item off of our agenda- visiting Santa Claus.  Christopher was so excited to visit the big guy, but froze when we got within 10 feet of him.  Luckily there was no line, so I was able to coax him a bit.  The first attempt at sitting on his lap resulted in a cry/run away combo.  I'm not ashamed to say I bribed him with a trip to the train store to get him to sit and smile for 1 picture.  So here is Santa 2013:

Baby Dos

So it is obvious that I have done the worst job documenting this pregnancy.  I cannot even offer excuses (ok- so I can- nausea, back pain, anemia, extreme tiredness, etc...).  I realized that this babe is about to make an appearance- and I have done nothing other than announce the pregnancy.

So here is a quick snapshot of the pregnancy to date:

• 18-19 weeks = time when morning sickness subsided
•  25 weeks = time when back pain picked up
•  30 weeks = time when sleeping through the night ceased around-replaced with bathroom trips every 2 hours
• 30 weeks = time when peanut butter craving started to disappear
• 8425 = number of pistachio's consumed in last 2 months
• 18= number of pounds higher the scale is showing (although I lost 4 in the beginning, so actual gain is 22)
• 11 = number of pounds added as a direct result of the pistachio consumption
• 16 = number of times a day I remind Christopher to be careful and not jump on my stomach
• 5 = number of times a day Christopher kisses my belly and says hi to his sister
• 9 = number on a scale of 1-10 that I am mentally ready for this baby
• 4 = number on a scale of 1-10 that we are actually ready for this baby (this weekend will be spent packing bags, getting the car seat out, buying newborn diapers, & getting the bassinet set up)
• 1 = number on a scale of 1-10 that I am ready at work to be out for 3 months (but the good news is, if I am not there, I can't stress about it)

I had a check-up with the doctor yesterday, and was a bit surprised with the outcome.  I was hoping that I would be progressing along on my own so that they would schedule an induction.  I did not think that she would tell me that I am 3cm and 50% effaced.  She also said this baby will probably be smaller (in weight and hopefully head circumference) than Christopher- AMEN!!

So while that doesn't necessarily mean the baby will be early, there's a good chance she will.  Which is why this weekend will be spent getting the O'Neill household ready for the little lady.

Here's a bump picture- taken at 37 weeks:

Ahoy Matey

Apple picking

Two blog posts back to back= super productive day!!

Last Saturday we took the Nugget on his 2nd Annual Apple Picking Extravaganza.  Apple picking involves some of his favorite activities- eating apples, being outside, riding on a wagon/tractor, playing with his friend Flynn, and riding around on a track with Dad.  Christopher was loving life.  And Mommy is loving life now that I have homemade apple sauce and an apple pie.  My maternity pants are not loving life as they are now required to work a little harder to keep everything concealed.

 

Breaking News

Breaking news... the O'Neills are still alive.  And I'm 25.5 weeks pregnant with a little girl!  Ok- so neither of those are news to anyone that reads this blog.  But considering it has been 3 months since my last post, this is important info people!  The constant harassment from my parents has prompted me to blog again!

I have done a terrible job documenting this pregnancy.  I need to make sure to get some bump pics so that I can compare to when Purple Snake Christopher was baking in there!  This pregnancy came with the same crippling nausea- although it was nice enough to last even longer than with the Nugget- ending right around 18-19 weeks.  Same sciatic nerve pain as the first time.  Weight gain to this point is +5 (I had been negative, but packed on some serious lbs this last month).  Cravings= peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.  It is all I want- everyday.  I have to force myself to eat other food because my choice would be the PB&J each time every time.

2 years old!!!!!!!

Guess who's back, back again.  Christopher's back!  Tell a friend.

So work has really been cramping my blogging lately, but I have not completely given up.  But I am acknowledging the fact that my readers reader will be disappointed (sorry Leslie). 

The Nugget turned two earlier this month!!  It has been a wild and fun two years and we have loved every minute of watching this wild, hilarious and sweet little guy grow up before our eyes.  Here's the 411 on the birthday boy:

2 year stats:
   -Height= 36 inches  (80th percentile)
   -Weight= 26 pounds  (25th percentile)
   -Head circumference= 50 something centimeters (92nd percentile)

So he's basically been pretty consistent with the tall, skinny, large dome situation.  The doctor was very impressed with his vocabulary.  They want a 2-year old to know at least 20 words, well this guy was talking about transit buses for goodness sake.  I think it is safe to say we are well past the 20 word mark.  20 words is for rookies, the Nugget is a pro.

Likes:

• Games on the iPad (specifically Shape Puzzles with Nana, Doc McStuffins, and Thomas) 
• Little Einsteins and Doc McStuffins shows (don't dare dream of a dinner watching the news (regular or E!)- the tv has been spoken for by a 26 pounder 
• Applesauce (or any squeezie thing)- if we would let him, he would live entirely off of those Gerber Graduate things
• Quesadillas.  When in doubt on a meal (or if you are out of applesauce)- a cheese quesadilla is the way to go.  He has never turned one down- and often requests them for dinner.  Which is cute in itself to hear him pronounce quesadilla.
• Being outside- especially while riding bikes.  We heard a cute story from school last week:  while cruising for chicks on the playground during recess, Christopher zoomed up to his teacher (who was sitting on the ground) rubbed her back and smiled, then zoomed right off.  Even while riding along looking cool, he still needed to make sure his teacher was happy!
• Animals- real, stuffed, or plastic.  Christopher knows animal names that I didn't even know existed.  And he knows the sounds for all of them.  Do you know what a Penguin says?  Christopher does!  Waddle waddle waddle burrrrrrrrr.

Dislikes:

• Going to bed.  He is king of the stall!  The words "bedtime" are usually followed by any of the following stall tactics:
• play trains?
• more books?
• watch a movie?
• kisses for mommy?
• Getting dressed.  Many a morning, Christopher will fight getting dressed.  He prefers to be a naked baby and "stay home with mommy/daddy".
• Keith.  Poor poor Keith.  Keith was a classmate of Christopher's (who has luckily since been expelled- for realz).  Keith looked like Ray Lewis and ate steak for breakfast (true story).  Keith was a not-so-gentle giant.  Everyday Christopher would come home telling us about what Keith did that day (Keith pull jacket, Keith pushed Addy, Keith went to cool down in the office).  I tried to explain to the little Nugget that he was fighting out of his weight class, but it did not sink in.  Luckily Keith left before Christopher ended up stuffed in a locker with a "snitches get stitches" note on him.
• Enchiladas.  I have tried and tried and tried, but that boy will not eat one of our favorite dinners.  So instead he gets...you guessed it-a quesadilla.