Week 11

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

I'm 11 weeks today! In honor of this, I decided to do two things.

1. I went shopping for a pair of maternity jeans. It's not that I exactly have much of a baby bump...but my current pants were just too uncomfortable...I was literally busting buttons on the only pair of jeans that I thought fit me well. Anyway, I found a great pair at Old Navy. I feel like I can breathe again. I was slightly disappointed in their selection though...maybe the MOA's Old Navy will have a bigger selection.

2. We took my first baby bump picture. Is it baby or bloat? You be the judge.

The baby is the size of a lime this week. The baby currently enjoys a 1:1 ratio between body and head, and has skin so transparent that blood vessels show right through. But, fingers and toes are no longer webbed, and hair follicles, tooth buds and nail beds are forming -- setting up a significantly more attractive future.

Only two more weeks until my second trimester!

10 Weeks!

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

I had my first appt with my doctor yesterday. We weren't able to hear the heartbeat with the doppler (it was too early) so she ordered another ultrasound just to be sure. Baby is right on schedule and has a great heartbeat (166). It's starting to really look like a baby now.

The baby pretty much has everything developed, it's now just a matter of the baby (and me) growing.

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About Henry

Henry was the surprise of our lives. We found out we were pregnant on Nov 14, 2008. At our highly anticipated ultrasound on February 25, 2009, we were told that it was baby Henry I was carrying. Henry came into this world on July 28, 2009. Look for the birth story at the bottom of this page, and I will be adding each monthly photo here as well.

 Ultrasound at 10 weeks!

Still baking in the oven at 35 weeks.

Henry's Birth Day. Our first look at each other.

6 days old at his first photo shoot.

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I will try my best to remember all the details of Henry’s labor and birth, but it was a whirlwind day to say the least, so it may not be completely accurate!

I believe that I actually began early labor the night before the induction around 9-10pm. My parents, Ryan, and I went to Olive Garden so I could have one last meal before I wasn’t allowed to eat. During dinner I was cramping the entire time, but didn’t think too much of it.

Around 9pm, I started having “real” contractions. They began ranging from 8-10 minutes apart, with nearly all of the pain being in my lower back. I continued to get them consistently throughout the night around 6-7 minutes apart, thus, I really wasn’t able to sleep the night before the big day. They never got closer together than 6 minutes, so we decided I would rest as much as I could, and just go in for the induction as scheduled at 7am the next morning.

I couldn’t take the pain anymore, so I hopped into the tub at about 4:30am which helped A LOT. It really relaxed me and took my mind off of the pain. I made the call into the hospital at 5:30am to make sure the induction was still on, and it was.

Once we arrived, we were immediately taken to a birthing room and within minutes I was in my hospital gown and hooked up to the monitors. The doctor and nurse said it was great that I had already started contracting on my own, and that that would help the whole process.

The doctor came in and broke my water within the first hour—probably around 7:30am to get things moving along. Because I was contracting on my own, they wanted to see where my contractions would take me before they started the pitocin. On my first internal check, I was still the same (3cm and 80%) so they started the pitocin around 8:30am.

My contractions got stronger and longer shortly thereafter. I was breathing through them as absolute best I could, but because I had had that nasty cold, my nose was still stuffed up, and breathing through the contractions got more difficult with each one I had.

The pain continued to be localized mainly in my back, and I toughed out the pain until 10:30 when I requested the epidural. Getting the epidural wasn’t nearly as painful as I thought.(our anetheiologist’s name was Igor—we thought that was pretty cool). Though, it was really difficult to manage through the contractions as he was trying to put it in.

After the epidural was in, it was nearly immediate relief. Within 15 minutes, I had had a long 5-6 minute contraction that Henry did not like at all. Around 11am, his heartrate dipped really low (60-70 beats per minute), and within seconds my nurse was in looking at my monitoring. Another nurse came in and put an oxygen mask over my face. They started talking and more nurses came in. One put something in my IV and the other was doing an internal check. At this point, I was completely freaking out and had no idea what was going on. It was very scary.

After the contraction stopped, Henry’s heart rate went back up to the normal range and the nurse explained what had happened. Because his heart rate was being so touchy, the nurse and doctor decided to put an internal heart rate monitor in me, as well as a more accurate internal contraction monitor. This helped them keep a stable reading of the heart rate. She said that it wasn’t a good thing, but that it wasn’t anything to worry about too much, but that they would continue to monitor it.
At this point, they also turned off the pitocin, as they thought that that was irritating Henry and could have been a reason why his heart rate dropped in conjuction with the long contraction. In the middle of all the craziness, the first nurse that checked me said I was an easy 4-4.5 cm dilated. About five minutes later, another nurse checked me and I was 5-6 cm dilated within a matter of minutes, so I was progressing fast.

They checked me again around 1pm, and I was still around 6cm dilated, so they decided to turn the pitocin back on just a little. I was getting too numb on my left side, so I had Ryan and the nurse roll me over to my right side. I had another long contraction as I rolled over, and over the next 5 minutes, Henry’s heart rate dropped again. All the nurses came rushing in again and gave me the oxygen, something for my blood pressure, and then moved me back to my left side. They also turned off the pitocin for good after this point. Right after this all happened I was checked again and progressed to 8cm already.

The doctor had been in and out periodically throughout each of these ordeals and kept telling me that we would continue to monitor it, and hope that I would keep progressing without the pitocin. He was hopeful, as I had progressed very quickly to 8cm. He kept saying the phrase “We want to avoid a c-section”, but outlined that it would be something to consider if I stalled on dilation and if Henry continued to not be able to handle the strong pitocin contractions.

The doctor was outside talking to my parents and the nurse when Henry’s heart rate dropped yet again, this time at 3:30pm. Ryan ran out and got the doctor. His heart rate jumped back up, but it was increasingly clear that Henry was going to continue having trouble tolerating the contractions.
The doctor came back in to talk to us, and said that we would begin preparations for a c-section so that there wouldn’t be a rush to get things ready in case it turned into an emergency. They brought the anethesiologist back up to give me more meds and to prepare to get me ready for a c-section, and gave me the catheter. There are some other details in here, but they are a bit fuzzy. By 4pm, the doctor said he just wasn’t comfortable with how Henry was tolerating the contractions, and decided that a c-section was the safest option for Henry and me.

We began asking every question we could think of, and I couldn’t even tell you what we had asked. At this point, I was scared to death, shaking, nervous, anxious, terrifed….pretty much every single feeling you can feel. I just wanted Henry to be ok. Within the next half hour, every person that was going to be in the room for the section came into the birthing room introducing themselves, telling me what their role was, and asking me my name and birthday and other medical history questions.

They brought Ryan’s scrubs in, and told us that I would be wheeled into the operating room within 30 minutes. I got kisses and “I love you” from Ryan and each of the grandparents, and I was on my way to be rolled into the operating room around 4:30pm. Ryan had to wait until I was on the table and completely prepped before he could come in.

The room was bright with many lights. I was rolled onto the table (feeling like complete dead weight on my lower half, it was very weird). They upped the pain meds into my epidural, positioned me on the table, and strapped my arms down. They put up the blue curtain (which was nearly right over my face and made me feel even MORE claustrophobic than I already was). This was definitely not the birth experience I thought I would have, and at this point I was shaking uncontrollably and couldn’t really believe what was happening. They continued to prep me for the surgery, and we were finally ready to go around 5:15pm. My biggest fear at this point would be what it would feel like and if I would feel anything. I kept asking them to pinch and poke me to make sure the meds were doing their job. After they and I were satisfied that the meds had taken over, Ryan was brought in around 5:25pm.
They were able to unstrap my left arm so that I could hold Ryan’s hand, and within probably seconds of Ryan getting into the room, I was cut open. The sensations certainly didn’t hurt, but it was unbelievable. I was so terrified, and Ryan kept reassuring me that I was doing a fantastic job. With every pull, push, and tug, I wanted to hear Henry cry. It was literally the most emotional point of my entire life. Henry made his entrance into the world at 5:36pm, just about 10 minutes after they had cut me open. There is no way to even describe how I felt or the emotions I was feeling at this point. I felt relief, and couldn’t control my tears. It was unreal. It turned out that Henry was completely tangled in his cord. It was around his legs, around his neck, and basically just a big mess, and likely the reason that he couldn’t tolerate the contractions.

They held him up for Ryan and I to see, and then he was whisked over to the warming table to be checked and cleaned off. Ryan went and took the first pictures of Henry’s life. Ryan also cut the cord at this time, even though up until this point he wasn’t sure he could do it! After he was all cleaned and wrapped up, they brought him over to me so I could get a better look. The nurse took our first family picture, and then Henry, Ryan, and the nurse were off to the nursery to get him further assessed, weighed, and measured.

That was likely one of the worst moments of my life. I had touched his beautiful face, but I obviously couldn’t hold him. It was a very difficult moment. They told me it would be about 40 minutes to get me all stitched back up. At this point, I was so overcome with emotions, I began to get incredibly naseous. I was on my back, my arms were strapped down, and couldn’t breathe because of my cold, and felt like there was no place for me to throw up if I needed to. Each person in the room continued to ask how I was doing, and gave me med after med in my IV. Other than a few meds for my nasueaa, I couldn’t tell you anything about what they were giving me. I think I asked if they were almost done about every 2 minutes. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. I was also incredibly thirsty and wanted nothing more than a giant glass of ice, but couldn’t have anything until I was in my room.

I continued to shake and feel nausea, and wanted to jump off the table. When they told me it would be about 5 more minutes until they were finished, I finally began to be able to settle my body down. The doctors finished, congratulated me, and left. The nurses that were left took out my epidural and rolled me back onto the bed. I was totally loopy and felt out of this world as they wheeled me into my room. I continued to shake uncontrollably (which would end up last through the night, btu was normal). I was in my room at 6:30pm, nearly an hour after Henry was born. I finally got to hold him at this point. We nursed for the first time, and finally let the grandparents in around 7:30pm.

About Me

I'm a 25 year old wife to Ryan, momma to baby Henry, and momma to our fur babies Mocha and Hershey. I'm an Early Childhood Special Education teacher (read: I know way too much about child development for my own good) and shutterbug (read: professional photographer turning my child into a camera ham). My family means everything to me. I've played piano since I was seven years old, but these days, Henry plays piano more often than I get a chance to. I prefer baking over cooking. I love shopping and finding good clearance deals. The Minnesota Twins are pretty amazing to me. I was once paid to be at the games and eject intoxicated fans. When I'm not snuggling with Henry, changing diapers, teaching, or taking photos, I like to catch up on sleep.

I met Ryan when I was 16. We started dating on November 26, 2001. I fell in love with him while on a marching band trip to Disney World. Some may say cheesy, others may say too young. I say keep it to yourself! My life could be very different if it wasn't for that trip.

After growing up in a small town, we both moved off to the big city for college life. He spent lots of money and time learning how to be a mechanical engineer, and I spent way more money and probably the same amount of time on learning how to be a teacher. Based on what our lifetime salaries will compare to, this seems odd.

We got engaged in England on December 24, 2004 at the Inn picture below while sipping on hot cocoa.
The Castle Inn Hotel, Castle Combe, in the Cotswolds

We were married on May 26, 2007 at my hometown church.

We moved in to our new house in January, 2008.

I started my first teaching job in the fall of 2008.

We found out we were pregnant on November 14, 2008.


And we welcomed Henry into the world on July 28, 2009.


All that pretty much sums up the last decade for us. What an amazing decade it was. I'm looking forward to all of the love and laughter that the next one will bring us.

What's in my camera bag?

Monday, December 8, 2008
I get this question a lot. Let me point out that a great camera can aid in achieving great photos (obviously), but a fancy schmancy camera alone does not make for incredible photos. You have to know how to use the thing and know how to post process said photos. With that said, I currently shoot with a Canon 7D.

Camera Body: Canon 7D
Canon EF-S 18-55mm f/3.5-5.6 Kit Lens
17-50mm Tamron Wide Angle
Canon EF-S 55-250mm f/4.0-5.6 Zoom Lens
Canon EF 50mm f/1.8 Prime

Speedlite: Canon 430ex II
7D Battery Grip

I also have various filters, tripod, remote, extra batteries, diffuser.

My wish list consists of primarily additional lenses.

Canon EF 24-70mm f/2.8 L
Canon EF 35mm f/1.4L
Canon EF 100mm f/2.8L

And, an "everyday" bag for lugging my new camera baby around everywhere I (and Henry) go. This one is at the top of my list: Jo Tote
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