She was born on 11/11/09 at 8:08 pm. She weighed 8 pounds even and was 20 inches long. Those are just the statistics. Her story is much more entertaining.
C.A.R. was due Monday, November 2nd and we had 3 false alarms and trips to the hospital before she arrived. I had made little progress in the last 3 weeks of my pregnancy.
This pregnancy was not normal, because I was attempting a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean). These are hard to find doctors to preform, because of malpractice insurance costs. I found one doctor in Tulsa who preforms them, and his office and the hospital are 50 miles from our house.
The last 3 weeks of my pregnancy I made little progress. I was sitting at a 2 and just hanging out there. I was at a 3 at my last appointment Wednesday, November 11 at 4:30 and 9 days past my due date. He wasn't going to let me go much longer (I was to call Thursday afternoon to set something up if she hadn't come). My doctor got me to a 4, stripped my membranes and I left.
I drove home, picked up the baby sitter and took her home. I felt a little cruddy. I drove through the drive through at Goldie's and ordered dinner and went to the QT to get drinks. I went back and picked up the food and told my sister (who I was on the phone with) that I felt bad and shouldn't be driving. This was shortly after 6pm.
About 20 minutes south I had a normal contraction...the next one I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to push. I screamed at Jonathan to stop in the next town at one of the hospitals, because I needed to push and we were 15 minutes away. I knew I couldn't make it to south Tulsa.
I knew if I tensed it would slow labor. I sat, tensed and screamed with each contraction, "GOD! PLEASE KEEP THIS BABY IN!"
Jonathan jumped on the phone and called a guy from work and asked him to call the hospital and for them to have a gurney ready at the ER. He turned on his hazard lights and drove at about 100 mph until we reached the hospital. Jeff (the guy from work) and his wife jumped in their car and followed our path to make sure we weren't delivering on the side of the road.
We arrived in the ER and they didn't have anyone there to get me. Jonathan caused a huge scene (thankfully). They didn't think I would be that critical...they were wrong. After the scene JR caused an ER doctor took me to the OB department before they could get me (JR later went down and apologized).
I got into the room and JR and a nurse got me into a gown and on the bed. They barely got an IV port in my arm and the doctor came in. She put on her gloves and told me to hang on for just a minute so she could break my water and then she was ready for me to push. Caroline weighed about 1 1/4 pounds more than my biggest baby (Jackson 6 pounds 12 ounces).
I had my unmedicated baby and I honestly wish I'd had the others that way. It was so much better. I was ready to walk less than an hour later. I went to church today. I have moments of feeling a little tired and sore, but nothing compares to the shock of the drugs wearing off and feeling like you've been hit by a train. As soon as she was out, the hit by a train feeling began wearing off.
Caroline is sweet, alert, beautiful and a ravenous eater. It seems appropriate that her initials spell C.A.R. since we were concerned that she was going to be born in the car. Jonathan was ready to deliver if he had to, he never thought he would ever say that.
The kids are all adapting to her well and they seem to love her a lot.
Life is good and God is great...now I think I'll take a nap. Delivery went well, and I feel okay, but I'm still human.
We've potty trained the twins and more or less been 50/50 on our success. I've never failed at an aspect of potty training a kid in a day before. Alas, the book Toilet Training in Less Than a Day was not meant to be executed on twins at the same time. They are too distracted by their "friend". It would be okay if Owen would stop pooping and then pulling his pants down and leave a treat on the floor or in the yard. I'm so glad hard wood cleans up easily.
The homeschool year began about a month ago (the Tuesday after Labor Day). All in all it's been okay. Jackson was so excited, until he realized that kindergarten was coloring, glue sticks, safety scissors and playing. That was already life. He thought there was more too it. He's okay with it know.
Jonathan's job is interesting, things keep changing and there are times when it's great and times of frustration just like all jobs. One major change may come at the beginning of next year. Our family may move to Shanghai, China for 6 months to a year. I am a creature driven by change and I don't think things could be more different than China. It's not official, it could fall through, but an expat package has been requested for our consideration. We'll see what happens.
The baby is due Nov 2nd. That's less than a month away. My weight gain has stalled. She still doesn't have a name (doesn't Number Five have a nice ring to it j/k). My crazy nesting has gone on hiatus as my movement is getting more difficult. I'm not emptying cabinets and filling holes with steel wool and caulking gaps in my 110 year old kitchen. I did take a lot of stuff to charity instead of having a yard sale.
As my nesting has slowed, Jonathan's has picked up. We have removed carpet from 2 upstairs bedrooms, the upstairs hall and the front stairs. We will sand next weekend and begin varnishing the floors. Yes, I will varnish, but I will use a respirator to filter the air I breath. It's easy. It will be me an can of varnish, a paintbrush and sitting on the floor. No big deal. We will refinish the floors we just removed the carpet from and the floors where carpet has been removed in the past in our room and the sun room. Yes, we are crazy, don't ask.
We are doing Bradley Classes and Jonathan is coaching me. We are planning on having this baby without drugs.
That is a pretty quick summary of life at our house right now. I'll keep you posted as more crazy is guaranteed to occur.
Owen ran at me and crashed into my cheek bone with his head at full speed. I immediately saw stars and began crying. Not little tears mind you, but tears of unbearable pain, which rarely ever happens to me. He just grabs his head and says, "Sorry! Sorry!" and begins jumping on the bed like it's a trampoline. His head has to be made of stone. I honestly believe I will be bruised by morning. I've had to ice my cheek bone to reduce the swelling.
This of course caps off a long day. On rare occasions JR works late, and when I mean late we're talking past midnight to 2am. Those nights involve me calling him frequently at his desk to insure he is still awake with periodic calls for prayer at difficult spots in whatever has the deadline the next morning, and a late call to talk him home. They only happen a few times a year and they are always inevitable. They are the deadline that closely follows another one, so that no matter what, he has that one night that makes him want to sleep in Friday and take a long hot bath when he wakes and hide from the kids until at least noon. It might not have been so bad except he left the office to be at a doctor's appointment at 3 and sat in the waiting room until almost 5 and didn't get back into his office until shortly before 6. I felt really bad, I've used this doctor before and I've always been in and out in about an hour, of course I always take the first appointment of the day too.
I did do Jonathan one major favor tonight, so his time with the kids before bed is more pleasant tomorrow. I read the sad (someone died) chapter in the book we've been reading at night. At least tomorrow he doesn't have to incur the anguished cries of the kids or deal with the struggle of not crying himself. I'll admit I failed. Yep, I cried and 5 minutes later got bashed in the head.
Now I'm going to call and see if JR is asleep at his desk or still chugging along.
I'm in my 33rd week of my 4th pregnancy, with my 5th child. Do I remember week 33 with the first 2? No. Do I remember week 33 with the last 2? Maybe not, but I do remember week 32.
At 32 weeks with the twins I was placed on anti-contraction medication, because I was already dilated to a 2. We managed to hold the boys off until 36 weeks. I had just bought a huge bag of grapefruit and the medication they gave me was usually used for high blood pressure and wouldn't allow me to eat any. That was frustrating. V, J and I had all moved to Norman for the duration of my pregnancy 2 weeks before and we were staying with my mother in 1000 sq feet less than we live in.
It wasn't the easiest time for me. I had gained more weight than any previous pregnancy (I would more than double my most by delivery, gaining 70 lbs). I was starting to experience hip dislocation because of the weight (there is nothing more embarrassing than having to call for help to stand up in the bathroom). My activities were totally limited. I was allowed out of the house about an hour and a half every 2-3 days. That was filled with OB appointments weekly, 2 non stress tests at the hospital a week (usually resulting in an ultrasound), going to the Chiropractor to have my hip put back in and bi-weekly trips to a fetal maternal specialist (with a garaunteed ultrasound).
It was wild and crazy. My husband and mother couldn't understand why I opted to move in with my mom 2 1/2 hours from home to have this baby. Then at the end it made sense, I needed more supervision than I could get at home alone and when the boys ended up in the NICU, I had family to help with the other 2 and the hospital was 10 minutes away instead of 45 or more as it would have been to Tulsa. Jonathan and my mother decided that I had some conversation with God that they missed out on.
The situation doesn't seem real now. There was no nesting, there was just take it easy (without being on bed rest, but darn close).
Currently, I'm nesting like a crazy woman and running like I'm not pregnant (if you can get past the belly and waddle), but that is another story.
I'm seriously considering down sizing my Internet presence.
I've already eliminated my neglected (almost unused) twitter and myspace accounts. Now I'm debating eliminating my too frequently used Facebook account. It isn't that I don't like Facebook, it's that I spend too much time on there, being nosey and babbling on my status. In the process my little blog gets neglected. Things I would post here get a few sentence blurb there and they never see the light of day here. I consider the journal here a good indication of life, my thoughts and my family, but records aren't being kept when they are wasted there.
I've attempted deactivating my Facebook, but to reactivate you just log back in. That's far too easy. I may wait until the baby comes so I can alert friends to her arrival, but I haven't decided yet. I also find it strange and frustrating that I have over 350 friends. Yeah, I'm a friendly person and I know a lot of people, but seriously, that is ridiculous. Do most of them really care, or is it just nosiness? I'm leaning toward the latter. I've down graded from over 400. That's just nuts.
For now I will try to pay more attention to my little blog and less to the abyss that is Facebook. I have a feeling I will soon be cutting the Facebook cord though.
My oldest sister learned the hazards of sweet tea the hard way Saturday night. She was boiling water to make it and accidentally poured it over her left hand while putting it in the pitcher.
Needless to say, she burned her hand...really bad. She iced it all night and went to the ER the next day at the recommendation of a pharmacist. She has 2nd degree burns on her left hand. It isn't pretty.
I'm glad it wasn't her right hand.
In typical Jonathan fashion he said he wanted a picture to make the backdrop on his work computer. Being my sis, she reciprocated with a picture on Facebook. All I can say is ouch.
Maybe deep down this is why I don't drink sweet tea.
I picked the coffee maker and coffees and they should arrive in the next couple of weeks. I really do like coffee, but I'm lazy and I long ago got rid of our non-programmable coffee maker. The beauty coming my way is programmable. I will awake to fresh brewed necessity...daily.
I can totally handle that.
Obviously the exhaustion of pregnancy is talking and caffeine feels like my only salvation.
This will be short, as the story and discomfort are long and weird. The person mentioned in this post, may not read my blog, but I was unwilling to take that chance. That is why the blog has a new name and address.
I posted on Facebook something I was doing and this person drove 2 hours to my house just to chat, when she thought I would be home. No warning, no call (even though she's called me in the past, she acted like she didn't have my number). She has cut her hair very short (much like mine), is driving the same kind of car, and is now homeschooling other people's children. There is more to the story, but we would be here all day. I have questioned for years if this person has compulsive lying issues and I've determined that it is in my best interest to sever ties, non-confrontationally.
My first attempt was to block her on Facebook. Then I started receiving e-mails from mutual friends that she couldn't find me. I e-mailed them and said I was deactivating my account, which I did until I blocked all mutual friends. She requesting to follow me on Twitter also, I never tweet, but after 2 requests I closed the account. I have gone to the lengths of removing my name and phone number from Whitepage and Google searches online.
As I said before, if I want drama and discomfort I have kids for that. We will now return to your irregularly scheduled babble.
I bought Jonathan a new Bible. He has started teaching our Sunday school classes and he prefers studying books of the Bible. I have a Life Application Study Bible and he has been using it in some of his preparations, leaving me with my small pocket Bible that I used to put in my purse and backpack for years (it's little). His personal Bible has no notes, just some cross referencing.
I ran to Mardel after a doctors appointment in Tulsa on Wednesday and bought him a new Bible. I didn't buy him the same one I have. I thought different notes might help in lesson preparation. I bought him an Archaeological Study Bible (no I didn't spend the price on the link on it, it was priced at $35-YES!). Now he has explanation and history between the 2. I hope he likes it and that it serves him well in his lesson preparation. Well see what he thinks when he gets home.
Carina, you classify as old friend and family, you're much more than an acquaintance.
For those wondering, if you haven't done anything weird, uncomfortable, creepy or just general over stepping the line, you're good. I don't think this person reads this blog and I know she doesn't read my tweets, at this point I'm dealing in paranoia.
I never imagined that I would have privacy issues in my own little Internet world. I'm insignificant and small. Very few read my stuff who don't know me, but even at that those few have become friends (Hi, Wai-waving like a crazy woman).
Unfortunately that has changed. Discomfort has come in the form of an old acquaintance who I feel is overstepping boundaries.
This blog may go temporally to invite only. I haven't decided yet. It isn't like I've posted much lately (yes, I'm a slacker). I'll give you warning so if I don't have your e-mail I can get it. I've also limited who can see my myspace, twitter (not that I tweet often), and I've deactivated facebook for the time being.
I'm a tired mother of 4 going on 5. I don't need drama or discomfort...that's what I had kids for.
My security and that of my family is too important. What bothers me is this discomfort is coming from someone I know, not a stranger. Shouldn't it be the strangers that freak me out?
Okay, I've lived in OKC and I know there is plenty to occupy yourself. This is too bazaar. Jessica Alba decided while in OKC to raise awareness of the shrinking population of the Great White Shark, by pasting posters around downtown.
Hmmm. Let's think about this...Oklahoma is land locked, so there are no sharks...other people have to pay to clean up the stuff she pasted. I think she could have come up with another way to raise awareness. This just seems dumb and pointless. I guess not being wealthy or a celebrity I just don't know what's important.
Actually Jonathan did. We had a weird start to our morning. I was so out of it. I usually wake up with the alarm (5-5:30) and never get back to sleep until I finally force Jonathan out of bed usually around 6:15. Then I go close the windows and turn off the attic fan and crash until 7:15-7:30.
This morning was different. I didn't really wake up until 6:10 and I was snoozing the alarm in my sleep. When I woke Jonathan he was so out of it, all he could say was, "Was I ever in the military and did I have a tick bite that caused me to lose my memory?" I told him no and he slept for another 10 minutes. He apparently slipped back into a very real and convincing dream that made him need assurance of who he is and his life. After he was awake it was clear to him how off the dream was, but at the time he was disturbed. His parents in the dream weren't his parents and they talked about him and not too him in the dream. They discussed how he was "60% less verbal" since the tick bite and how "he no longer talked and used his hand with grace and articulation".
It reminded me of one instance in my life that I still vividly remember an odd dream. I had been to the dentist to have cavities filled. I was 6, and I think I had 6 to fill so they gave me laughing gas and I fell asleep for the procedure. When I woke up I couldn't' remember what my mom looked like. I kept thinking she was a tall and broad, red headed woman (my mom is short, at that time not broad with dark brown hair), but I knew it was wrong and I had to see my mom to get this image out of my head. It's so strange what the dream state can do to disorient our minds.
After Jonathan get up and left I went back to bed and slept until 8:30. It's been a strange start to everyone's day. I think I'll go have another cup of coffee and try to make myself do something.
V auditioned for the Wizard of Oz this week and is at callbacks this morning. I don't really care if she makes the show. I'm just glad she auditioned and got a callback. Last year when they did High School Musical she was just so glad to make the call back she wasn't heartbroken when she didn't make the show. Honestly, it's not like it was Elementary School Musical, so she was prepared.
She a better woman than I was at that age.
The cast list will be up Monday afternoon.
She had a second callback this afternoon. We are home and done. Now we wait.
I'm torn I'd like for her to make it, but I don't want her to rehearse 5 days a week for 5 weeks and she'll miss church camp. I'll just have to be happy either way.
I have converted to a new internet system. It's called Google Chrome. With my appreciation of blogger and gmail and my constant use of igoogle and google it seemed a natural fit. Over all I see fewer pop ups, it runs faster and spell check is built in. It took a week or two to get used to it, but it logs the 9 most visited sites I use and when I open it I can just click the page I want. If you're sick of Explorer or Firefox I recommend giving Chrome a chance. You might be pleasantly surprised. I know I am.
For the record, I still have Internet Explorer to stream netflix and March Madness games on NCAA.com, because the sites don't support Chrome. These are the only instance I use IE.
I think Google is trying to take over the world. Maybe I should documenting a crazy conspiracy theory...or not.
We are in the middle of church upheaval. I don't personally care for it. Jonathan is a deacon and on the board and this has placed us directly the middle. In the church leadership we are in the minority.
Why can't church leadership listen to their congregants more? Right now I know we have a ton of people praying and our feelings don't match those of our elders. It's hard to take our elders opinion seriously when they are not actively involved (as they should be) in the shepherding and spiritual growth of our church. Those who make the church run, who work and are constantly trying to build our church in spiritual growth are being ignored for the desires of the elders.
Right now we aren't seeing them following God's plan we are seeing them following their own.
I will pray, I will study and I will fight for my church. It's not about the building it's about the people that we have committed to work with and God's will.
I'm in love with these. It's official, I'm like Pavlov's dog. I got online and saw that they make deli sliced ones and I literally started to salivate. I'm not joking. I noticed this effect 2 days ago when I opened a new jar. When I noticed the effect I told Jonathan. He informed me that he has the same issue with pickled okra.
Jackson turned 5 Monday. I'm not sure how it happened. If you can explain how this happened I would love to know.
We had a standard week. Jonathan did go and have a meeting with another division of his company. At this time it means nothing.
We went to the Omniplex (or as it is now called Science Museum Oklahoma...I refuse to change it). It's always a good time and Jackson got to make something blow up onstage during their Science Live show.
Now upset stomachs and d******* are working their way through the children. FUN!
My Sooner's may have lost the BCS championship, but this is funny. I really like Tom Coburn, I like his politics and his sense of humor.
I've only lost 1 bet and I haven't made another on a sporting event since 1994. I had to buy my boyfriend dinner before a school dance when Arkansas beat North Carolina (or Duke, I can't remember which) in the NCAA Basketball Championship. I didn't really care who won the game, but his parents were both Razorbacks and my dad live in NC at the time, so it seemed like an appropriate bet.
At 15 I guess losing money was better than embarrassment. Now I'd take some minor embarrassment to lose of money any day.
No offense meant to red headed step children. If you're that sensitive, I'm not the person to talk to.
I've been neglecting the blog since my DH is back from China and then has been home (really with us all day) for a week and a half.
I promise I still love you and I will spend time with you again soon, but I haven't been carrying the laptop around with me for comfort and one sided adult conversations (me reading what you all write). I've still been reading and lurking, I've just stapled my tongue and haven't responded.
Hopefully I will this week, but there will be no promises.
Also a belated Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all (to all three people who read this).