Abigail Rose

So we made it through week one.. half way through week 2. Today Olivia woke up with a little fever and runny nose. Hoping and hoping it's teething related, espcially since we have barely left the house since Abby (Abbi?) has been born so I have no clue how she could have caught anything. Abigail has been doing wonderful. She sleeps great, eats great, poops tons, couldn't ask for more from a newborn! Right now her biggest stretch of sleep seems to be from around 11 until 4 or 5. I wake her up to feed her around 3, but she hardly wakes up. These are just some of the faces I love. This was when the photographer in the hospital was torturing her.

It's hard to catch on camera, but she smiles lots in her sleep. I love watching babies sleep.

So we're all alive and doing well. I am adjusting much better than I thought I would to having two kids on my own... well with Aaron's help of course. And granted, this is my first full day on my own! Had my mom and dad here for a couple weeks and it was lovely!

The long story.

Abigail..(haven't decided on a middle name..) Opie. 9lbs 5 oz.

Well I don't really feel like typing out the entire story right now so we'll see where this goes. Friday night I was having pretty bad contractions. I thought for sure I was in labor. I tried to wait as long as possible to wake up Aaron. Woke him at 5am, and the contractions started to ease up. In fact by 1:00 I'd say they were entirely gone. They were kind of intermitten throughout the day. After trick-or-treating and other halloween festivities I was having contractions again. They felt the same as the ones that morning so I was sure they'd stop. I took a tylenol and tried to sleep. I wasn't going to time the contractions because really I was sure it was going to stop again. But then they were getting pretty uncomfortable... I really didn't think it was real labor, but thought if we went to the hospital at least I could get an epidural and sleep until "active labor" kicked in. But then I realized the contractions were 1-2 minutes apart. We got to the hospital and I was feeling an urge to push. My water broke just outside the door of the hospital. Of course in admitting they wanted me to do all this paperwork and whatnot, and I was trying not to freak out on the poor lady. When the nurse was finally able to check me the baby was crowning and they rushed me into delivery room. The doctor was barely able to make it in time. From the moment I got there I was asking for my epidural. I had no desire for a natural childbirth whatsoever. In fact in the car I told Aaron, they say to think about your baby and stuff to get through the contractions, but all I could think about was getting an epidural! I was so scared of pushing her out. When the dr got there and I could push, I didn't want to, I was so afraid. But they said just do one little push and if I can't do it they'll get me something. Well one push and she was out. I didn't believe it. I was saying I couldn't do it again, and everyone was like, "You did it. She's out!" CRAZY. For the next few hours all I could say was that I couldn't believe I had a baby like that.. I couldn't believe I was in labor all that time at home. I couldn't believe I actually pushed her out in one push. It's all still surreal.

She's been great so far. Eats well. Sleeps well. Poops lots. The only horrible thing is that Olivia is not allowed to visit in the hospital. I was not mentally prepared for this seperation at all. We had no idea siblings weren't allowed. My dad brought her, and I was so excited for her to meet her sister... and cried my eyes out when they told me she couldn't come in. And I have to stay in the hospital for 48 hours because I was group B+. Blah. I miss this face. (By the way this is what she does now when she's in trouble. She thinks no one can see her.)

I lost it today.

So lots of fun-ness going on over here... none of it involving the birth of this child... but fun nonetheless. My dad flew out last Sunday and we have been keeping him very busy. It's been so nice to have a full time playmate for Olivia. And all these projects are finally getting a done, a year after moving into this house! So really, I don't have much to complain about... except for the fact that I'm still pregnant. Which makes everything seem 1,000x worse.

Like the fact that our car needed a new fuel pump yesterday.

And the other car needed 4 new tires today.

And I'm still pregnant.

And Olivia pooped her pants this morning and it was SO nasty.

Did I mention I'm STILL pregnant?

And I get these cramps that are annoying... but not really quite labor-ish. I know it's soon, and impending, and will be here... but I'm losing my patience.

I ran into a friend at the Dr. today and when she asked when I was due I began to cry and sobbed, "I was due on Monday!" And I think I cried the rest of my doctor appointment.

Dr. Huish said we could induce, but there's not a real medical reason to. Baby is fine, I am fine.. relatively... so I'm trying to trust that my body knows what its doing. It's just frustrating to still be pregnant. I really never thought I'd still be pregnant on Halloween! I thought for sure I'd be out trick-or-treating with Olivia while my mom stayed home with new baby handing out candy or something.

Oh well.. good news is that I am 100% effaced and almost 4 cm dialated. So really... what is she waiting for!!

Pre-Halloween fun

So first let me get this much out of the way... I'm still pregnant. Due date is tomorrow. I really, really, really thought this baby would be here by now. Ohhh well... I probably should have done a fun halloween costume for the Opie Family Halloween party. But I didn't put much thought into because I really thought she'd be here! Anyway, my dad is here now to help out! I'm excited for that. We have been keeping busy. The pictures are of Olivia's cute ladybug costume that I made :) And her love of goats. We went to Schnepp's farm for my birthday last weekend and it was so fun. She also rode a pony. I have a bunch of pictures I should put up, but I'm too tired right now! Hopefully a post in the near future will be about our newest addition!

This face.

For some reason whenever Olivia does something she knows, or thinks is funny, she makes this face. She'll put something on her head, and look at me like this, and I crack up. I can't even put it into words. Just this yup, I'm hilarious face.

Enjoy.

Flashing back to almost 19 months ago...

So guess what... I have a cold. A stuff nose, sore throat, probably going to turn into a hacking cough.

Remember right before I went into labor with Olivia I had the same stinking cold! I had a fever, and was up all night unable to breathe through my nose... and at 5am contractions started.

As much as I want to not be pregnant anymore, I hope this little girl waits until I'm better to make her entrance.

And honestly, how many babies are born at 37 weeks anyway? They say it's full term and all... but I am sure I'll go to my due date, and then some.

But really I'm not so sure. I hate these last 3 (4??) weeks. Just thinking every day... could I have a baby today?? Was that pain a contraction? And constantly going through my head exactly what I think I'm going to do when I do go into labor. How long am I going to wait before getting the epidural. I like to think I'm going to do what they say and go about my normal day as much as possible. Call my mom of course and let her know. But I won't freak out. I'll keep playing with Olivia, and clean my house. My mom will get here then I'll be in a lot of pain, and ready to go to the hospital. I'll be like 9 cm dialated by the time I get there. Push her out in like 2 pushes. I won't tear. She'll be perfect in every way. Yeah, that's how it's going to go...or something like that.

And this is what's keeping me awake at 11:40pm, when all I've wanted to do all day is sleep.

Adventures at the zoo

So I don't have any pictures to add, but a funny story anyway.

This month the Phoenix Zoo is free on Weds with your Fry's VIP card (that's the grocery store out here..). So all month I have been thinking we would go, but each week it has been hot and I just don't feel like going. Well this morning Olivia woke up earlier than usual and I thought it'd be fun since it was so early it wouldn't be too hot. Wrong! It was so muggy and humid today too. Anyway, I didn't pack the good stroller, just our umbrella one... that was my first mistake. There is some rough terrain at that zoo. And I forgot water bottles. Olivia had some milk in a sippy cup, but I had nothing. The zoo was being torn up for a water main thing... the signs were all kind of screwy because they were digging up some of the paths. I just wanted to find the petting zoo since that seemed like the most fun. I got lost so many times trying to find the stinking petting zoo! And it wasn't even along a path where we could see anything interesting. Mostly construction stuff. In fact at one point I unknowingly entered a construction zone, and I swear I walked a mile before someone stopped me and told me this path didn't lead anywhere and should have been roped off. So I turn back around and finally ask someone to point me in the direction of the stinkin petting zoo. By the time we find it I am seriously soaked in sweat and soooo thirsty. There's a drinking fountain, great! I go to get a drink, and nothing comes out. Working on that water main remember. So whatever, I'll pay $10 for a bottle of water at this point I don't care. I find a vending machine... OUT OF ORDER! I find a little stand... CLOSED. Ugh. Okay I'll suffer, and let Olivia go play with the goats. She had a great time chasing them and petting them and brushing them. And then one of the goats was pooping, and what can be more fascinating than that? Olivia was like, "Oh no! No no! No no!" trying to tell the goat to go on the potty not on the floor. Then she got a little too close and the goat peed on her foot. And all she kept saying the rest of the time was pee! And I so I want to wash her foot off... but of course there's no water. So I decide at that point we've had enough of the zoo and we'd go home and get some water. Of course trying to find the exit is just as difficult as trying to find the petting zoo in the first place. We get lost again a few times. It's even hotter, and I'm even sweatier. But eventually we made it home. And we saw monkeys and birds and ducks along the way.

All that was before 9am.

Olivia is still talking about the pee.

I'm drinking gallons of water.