It’s been a while since I have updated the blog. Since I was about 13 weeks pregnant to be exact. Time got away with me, my focus being on my family and before you know it, Vincent is here and I haven’t blogged in months.
Well, that is going to change. My facebook has taken precidence it seems and my blog for my boys has suffered. This was started first for my boys, to document my struggles and their milestones. All those little moments that one day, will be a bit of a blur to me and to them. I don’t want to forget these moments. And it’s not particularly fair to Vincent, that I have the WHOLE first year of his brother written, but nothing for him. I am sad as it is that I didn’t blog throughout the pregnancy with him, but I guess I can always catch up.
Well here is the birth story of my Vincent.
| Birth story of Senor Vincent | |
|
|
|
|
So, we went in on friday at 5, for the induction. Super nervous and all. They start to hook me up to the monitor and then my nurse says, that they want to do ANOTHER biopyhsical on him, to see how much he weighing.
We go down there and the guy was really fast about it, estimated 8 lbs 12 oz’s and bragged that he wasn’t too far off on the weights. Go back up, they draw blood, urine and get my IV in, she checks me, and I am almost at 2, and then administer the cytotek. I was kinda irritated at this because I had discussed wanting cervadil, but there wasn’t much I could do about it at that point. I sit there for an hour, contracting, (I had been contracting through the night.) She comes in and tells me to walk. I walk for an hour, look at the babies, and then my aunt showed up and her and george took turns walking with me. After an hour, they check me again and I was at 4.5. I contract HARD for the next few hours. I start my breathing. My doctor comes in and says she is holding off on the pitocin because I am contracting on my own. I started crying because I was so happy I wasn’t going to get it. I ask the charge nurse to come and check me, because I HAVE to be dialated more. The contractions are evil and I needed encouragement. I was still at 4.5. I was pissed. My other nurse comes in after I say that I am wet and she checks me again. I am at 6. The contractions were insane. I thought because I had back labor that I was golden with this labor. HELL NO! It was horrible. At times I couldn’t even breathe thtough them, all I could do was wail and cry, and a few times I started to hyperventilate. So, I asked for the epi. Apologized to George and my Aunt a million times, (dunno why I did this, lol. ) The Anes., came in and withing 10 minutes had the epi in. I remember being so irritated because him and my aunt were discussing our irish-canadian heritage while he was putting it in. I wanted to shoot them all! lol. So, I felt the effects within 10 minutes, but I had a window on my left side, butt cheek vaginal area. It would not go numb. They had me lay on my side and after another 10 minutes, (which felt like an eternity) it went numb, and then all I had was my butt pressure as I called it. They checked me a half hour later and I was at 8. I was turned away from the monitor, but George said I was having rolling contrax at that point and they weren’t really stopping. I felt my water break and then my doctor came in and said I could start, that I was already fully dialated. Within an hour, they set up and I started to push through my contrax. I had three contractions and out he came on the beginning of the third one. 8 and 9 apgars and he came out the same weight as G. I had a very small tear, probably because he has a WAY smaller head than G. lol. I got to see my placenta and my doctor explained it all to me. George cut the cord and I was off to recovery within an hour or so. It was a good experience. I was really glad I had the epi and glad my body clearly knew what to do once they gave me that tablet. Looks like it had already started because I was already a little dialated when I got there. A few funny things. My aunt and george discussing how they had no clue how to spell pitocin. and their “versions” of what they thought it was. The winners were, potossum, poisiedon, opossum, and I threw in a potato, poTATO, for good measure. I guess once my epi finally kicked in, I kept saying I was in pain, even tho it wasn’t anywhere near what I was in before. And I kept saying, “ouuuuuuucccccccchhhh” and george and my aunt thought that was pretty funny. I kept eating mike and ikes and choc covered raisens through my labor. My Aunt kept sneaking them to me. and that’s about it. I am not traumatized at all from my experience. It was harder than with G, but easier in some respects, too. The end. |
|
I was happy, because I knew I could do that. Also confirmed that my kid did NOT have a HUGE head, it was average. Vincent is a good baby. He is such a joy in my life right now. He is 5 weeks today.
Five weeks!
He is JUST now starting to smile and coo. It is such a wonder to see him really start to “look” at things and try and figure them out. He is waking once at night.
His schedule goes a little something like this.
Has his last feeding around 10:30 pm
Feeding # 2 at 1:30-2:00 am
Feeding #3 at 4:30-5:00 am
His weight at birth was 8 lbs 9 oz 21 inches long
1 week weight at circumcision was 9 lbs even 21 1/2 inches
One month (6 week) appt on the 9th of June: soon to come. ( I am betting he is around 12 lbs. This boy can eat!) 
Vincent is doing well. But my poor Georgie is not. This is the OTHER reason I wanted to start blogging again. I need to let this part out. I cried the whole way home from getting him yesterday, because I feel like my first born hates me.
He is having a really hard, HARD time adjusting.
The first day we brought Vinnie home, he threw a toy car at him. Now, we laughed it off as “sibling rivalry” already beginning. But as of late, he has become very back and forth with him and us. Basically, if he sees me with Vinnie, he cries. He wants to be held, by me. ONLY me. The first few days of this after giving birth was EX-hausting. Having to carry or pick Georgie up those first few days, had me feeling like I had no stomach muscles and that he had gained 10 pounds within one day.
Jealousy. He has it and it makes me sad. I see it in his eyes when he sees me feeding him. When I hold him. It breaks my heart.
He won’t sleep in his room. He has to be in between George and I. This makes for a packed room. George, Me, Georgie and Vinnie. One big happy family. We have tried everything, except crying it out. I refuse to let him cry it out right now, only because he is so sensitive. I know my boy and I don’t think he will benefit from this. Call me a wuss, but I won’t subject him to it. Even though I know that my co-sleeping with him for his first year and a half may have contributed to his neediness now. His nights go a little bit like this. His sleep patterns are interrupted at least twice a night. From what? I have no clue. Does he sense Vinnie next to me? Does he have jealousy in the middle of the night. Does he want to be close to us? Is he having night terrors? He wakes up crying at midnight, pointing at his brother. (Which I have now figured out, that he wants to hold him.) He won’t let me put him in our bed, he wants me to hold him and walk around, won’ t let me sit down, lie down, nothing. Now he won’t even take a bottle to calm him down. And he screams. And screams. Throws his lovie, throws his binkie. Hits George and I.
It’s frustrating to say the least. It sounds horrible. But we all wind up yelling at each other. At midnight and three in the morning. All while Vinnie is oblivious and sleeps soundly in his bassinet.
So, because I can no longer stand the arguments between George and I. And because I can no longer stand getting mad and frustrated with Georgie, when it’s not his fault, we decided to change things last night.
We put his play pen that he was sleeping in pre-Vinnie, back besides me. Vinnie is right next to him in his bassinet. Georgie slept till 5 am with no interruptions and I was still able to do two feedings, burpings and changings with Vinnie without him waking up. I am at my wits end. I got 6 1/2 hours of sleep last night compared to our average of 4-5 and we were generally happy when we all woke up.
So, my thoughts to my Georgie…
I am sorry baby, that you are having a tough time adjusting to your brother. I know it has to make you feel left out when I have to hold your brother instead of you. But we are trying, honey, to make it even. That’s all I can do.
I remember reading all the advice columns, when I was pregnant. On what to do when you have two under two. They all said, give the attention to the eldest. ALWAYS. The baby won’t remember. But the toddler will. Give him as much attention as you can.
So, that is what I am going to do. Give Georgie as much as I can.
I know he will be a good big brother and he will get over this soon. I see it when he wants to hold him, or when he gives him kisses. Which is why it makes these outbursts so frustrating. He is such a sweet boy and we are all going through such a rough patch.
