Mom's here with her nifty camera and skills, so here's some shots!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
If you're interested in the details...
No drugs for the delivery. However, after birth I figure I've met my pain quota for a while and I take whatever I can get by way of drugs. Hopefully, that explains why I introduced Avery to a neighbor as Audrey today. Also, I kept referring to Avery as "he" or "him" all last night. Drugs or lack of sleep, I figure one of those is excuse enough!
The labor is a little fuzzy. Tate's delivery was a planned inducement, so I was mentally prepared and physically rested. This time, it was a little more of a surprise and I'll share some details now. Monday at 7pm, I feel some gushing and realize that this isn't the normal stuff. So Eric advises me to call the hospital, which I do while he goes to run an errand. He gets home around 8pm and I inform him that the nurse said to come in so they can see if the water broke. We call Aunt Sandra to come watch Tate and head out. Oh, and I'm bawling like an idiot because for some reason it has just now really hit me that it will never just be us and Tate again and I'm so sad to leave Tate that night. He sees me cry, but could care less.
They confirm at the hospital that it is amniotic fluid, but they still feel a membrane around her head, so there may be a tear at top. I'm dilated to a 4 and feeling no contractions. They monitor the baby and let us walk around/rest for the next few hours. I hate being poked, but if labor doesn't start naturally they'll have to induce. Sometime after midnight, I feel contractions and we keep walking/resting. Later a nurse comes with the fluid, ready to induce, and I proudly proclaim that I think I'm feeling regular contractions! So, they monitor and we're good to go sans poking (my goal =), well, that, and a healthy baby!).
Labor progresses and I let the nurse know later that they're bad, so she checks and I'm at a 9-10. They call in the on-call doc, who is my doctor's wife, and she checks to see that the baby is probably turned the wrong way and only at a 0 station. We waited thru some contractions and she wasn't progressing, so they had me turn on my side, and BAM! She was down and turned and I had to push. In came the doc, and after 8 minutes of pushing she was out! It was 8:08 am. All present said that she's huge, but she still seems tiny to me. They immediately put her on me, but I was too exhausted to hold her and just wanted them to clean her! Plus, she was peeing all over me! (I warned you to only read if you really wanted details!) I immediately requested that Eric and my doc never let me go natural again, if there is another time =) That was a looooong 8 minutes, but I realize that I have it easier than most, so I won't complain anymore.
Anyway, she beat Tate by 7 oz. and 1 inch. And he's slowly warming up to her. The first time he heard her cry was the first time he acknowledged her presence. I think he thought she was a doll before then. He's not to much of a man to try her pink binky, but he's also given it to her a couple times, even though she's not interested. We've been spoiled with family and friends and food and are loving the support. Eric was an awesome support to have during labor and is doing everything for us now. I'm seriously being spoiled and loving being given the time to just focus on getting to know Avery, not Audrey. Thanks to everyone who's been sending well-wishes!
The labor is a little fuzzy. Tate's delivery was a planned inducement, so I was mentally prepared and physically rested. This time, it was a little more of a surprise and I'll share some details now. Monday at 7pm, I feel some gushing and realize that this isn't the normal stuff. So Eric advises me to call the hospital, which I do while he goes to run an errand. He gets home around 8pm and I inform him that the nurse said to come in so they can see if the water broke. We call Aunt Sandra to come watch Tate and head out. Oh, and I'm bawling like an idiot because for some reason it has just now really hit me that it will never just be us and Tate again and I'm so sad to leave Tate that night. He sees me cry, but could care less.
They confirm at the hospital that it is amniotic fluid, but they still feel a membrane around her head, so there may be a tear at top. I'm dilated to a 4 and feeling no contractions. They monitor the baby and let us walk around/rest for the next few hours. I hate being poked, but if labor doesn't start naturally they'll have to induce. Sometime after midnight, I feel contractions and we keep walking/resting. Later a nurse comes with the fluid, ready to induce, and I proudly proclaim that I think I'm feeling regular contractions! So, they monitor and we're good to go sans poking (my goal =), well, that, and a healthy baby!).
Labor progresses and I let the nurse know later that they're bad, so she checks and I'm at a 9-10. They call in the on-call doc, who is my doctor's wife, and she checks to see that the baby is probably turned the wrong way and only at a 0 station. We waited thru some contractions and she wasn't progressing, so they had me turn on my side, and BAM! She was down and turned and I had to push. In came the doc, and after 8 minutes of pushing she was out! It was 8:08 am. All present said that she's huge, but she still seems tiny to me. They immediately put her on me, but I was too exhausted to hold her and just wanted them to clean her! Plus, she was peeing all over me! (I warned you to only read if you really wanted details!) I immediately requested that Eric and my doc never let me go natural again, if there is another time =) That was a looooong 8 minutes, but I realize that I have it easier than most, so I won't complain anymore.
Anyway, she beat Tate by 7 oz. and 1 inch. And he's slowly warming up to her. The first time he heard her cry was the first time he acknowledged her presence. I think he thought she was a doll before then. He's not to much of a man to try her pink binky, but he's also given it to her a couple times, even though she's not interested. We've been spoiled with family and friends and food and are loving the support. Eric was an awesome support to have during labor and is doing everything for us now. I'm seriously being spoiled and loving being given the time to just focus on getting to know Avery, not Audrey. Thanks to everyone who's been sending well-wishes!
She's Here!
Avery Morgan Hibbert
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
9 lb. 13 oz., 21 in.
Morgan is her great-grandma Burt's maiden name, and here they are together.
We're all doing great and will be posting more pictures sooner or later =)
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
9 lb. 13 oz., 21 in.
Morgan is her great-grandma Burt's maiden name, and here they are together.
We're all doing great and will be posting more pictures sooner or later =)
Sunday, October 4, 2009
All Growed Up!
Well, our little baby is all grown up and ready to fly the coop! It seems like just two years ago we brought him home from the hospital and wondered what to do next!
Actually, it was two years ago Friday! We had a fun and quick little party on Saturday for the kid. Thank you so much to family that travelled and friends that came, too!
I must admit that I adore this kid. He's cute and although he's thinning out a bit, I'm glad that he's still holding on to that chubby face =) He's silly, too. Lately, he's been punctuating little movements, like throwing, with a high-pitched quick "doop!".
Ever since I was little, I could always find dad when I lost him in a store or wherever. Just look for a white head!Anyway, it was a fun and busy day and I layed around all day today to recover. I think I may repeat this for another couple days to fully recover =)
And mother, I'm carrying on your tradition. I forgot a gift and found it today. But being off by one day ain't half bad!
Here's a picture of growing Avery. I apologize because it's not that great, but it's the only shot with some of the tummy. Cutie-pie Taeg is with me. Three weeks to go, baby!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
How...
...do you get three two-year-old cousins to sit still for a picture?
Sesame Street, of course!
Anyway, I had to post this because it made me laugh. Tate had the finger up the nose, so I said, "Hands down." before the picture. As you can see, Preston threw his in the air, Brandon cast a spell on me with his "wand", and Tate completely ignored me!
Sesame Street, of course!
Anyway, I had to post this because it made me laugh. Tate had the finger up the nose, so I said, "Hands down." before the picture. As you can see, Preston threw his in the air, Brandon cast a spell on me with his "wand", and Tate completely ignored me!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Just Another Tuesday
Have you taught your child to accessorize?
I liked the earrings.
Eric didn't.
I think Tate's with me on this one.
These shoes rock my world!
Unfortunately, they took about 15 minutes to put on. Anybody have a child who wears size 8 and has skinny feet want some shoes?
(He's not sad, just watching some tv.)
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