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Big * Middle * Little
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Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Oliver's Birth

I've wanted to post about my sweet Ollie's birth, mainly so I won't forget it.

With Oliver, unlike Rivers, it wasn't some sort of waiting game like most deliveries, we had a set date and time that he would be born.  As I mentioned in the previous post I was ready to be done with this pregnancy.  I was also completely worried about Rivers care while I was having the baby.  Rivers is a particular child with a set routine, and I'm always certain that no one can take care of my children as well as I can.  This was causing me a lot of anxiety.  I feel that my Heavenly Father really knows me and he knew that unless I was forced to have a c-section I wouldn't do it, and also knowing what a planner I am He found a way for me to plan Oliver's birth and Rivers care.  

Having the c-section really wasn't that bad.

On the morning of July 17, 2013 Scott and I woke up at an unearthly hour that has now become familiar.  My Operation time was 7:30 AM and I had to check into the hospital at 6:00 AM. I had a grumpy pre-op nurse who kept complaining about how early she had to be there.  She missed the vein and hit a valve while putting in my IV giving me a lovely bruise.

This was after being home for about 2 weeks.  This bruise is gone now, but it stuck around for a nice long time.  

Before surgery I tried to relax by watching some TV, but I was a nervous wreck, and felt like throwing up.  I was scared, I'd never had any type of surgery before.  I talked with my Doctor and signed all the paper work and they walked me in to the operating room.  By this point I was crying.  I remember this nice nurse trying to introduce herself to me as the nurse who would be taking care of and cleaning up my baby when he was born, but I was crying so bad I don't remember much of what she said.

After that I got the spinal, which compared to the epidural was amazing.  Small little poke on my mid back and everything went warm.  My anesthesiologist was really great, and was the same on my doctor had when she had her c-section for a breech baby a year before, another reason I loved my OB/GYN.

They poked me to see if I was numb and then got started.  Oliver came out pretty quickly and they rushed him to the clean up room and began putting me back together.  To the right of me was a window where I could watch what was going on and I sent Scott in to get pictures.  After that I began to drift off.  I was warm and numb and the doctors were talking amongst themselves.  a few minutes later Scott walked in (crying) holding our sweet little boy who was wrapped up so tight, looking around.  Then I cried.  After I was all stitched, glued, and stapled up I was moved of the operating table into a hospital bed and I went on my way to postpartum.  

I spent 3 days in the hospital, which was like a vacation.  I didn't have to cook or clean, I got to pick what I wanted to watch on TV, they brought me food when I asked, I got to sleep when I could.  It was pretty nice. 

 My view, sleeping baby, sleeping hubby, watching the news.  They kept my pain pretty controlled.  My nurses were great, and the hardest part was getting in and out of bed.  I was able to eat that night, and go to the bathroom on my own.

One thing I want to make sure I remember is that while still in the recovery room they left me try to nurse.  Oliver latched on right away and we had no problems.  He ate well from day one and by 2 days old my milk came in and we've had no problem, well except that he eats all the time!  I'm aware he is growing a lot right now, but Rivers never ate like this.  He is rather gassy like his brother, and I'm sure that is my fault.  I can't figure out what I'm eating that is giving/gave my boys gas, but I have become an expert on getting the gas bubbles out so I'm not too stressed.

Shortly after we came home Scott had to get back to work at the fireworks tent he ran for the summer.  River spent 3 days with his grandparents and I spent those days with my sweet new man.  I loved those days.  Ollie and I just ate, slept and snuggled all day.  I'm always been kind of selfish with my babies, and I will treasure those days that it was just the 2 of us.  I loved sleeping with my baby on my chest.  We watched late night TV, and enjoyed wonderful food from the people in our ward.  Oliver's birth has really been wonderful, and he's also quite wonderful.

And we're pretty smitten with each other.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Oliver Eugene!!!

We welcomed our second little man on July 17, 2013

Born: 8:05 AM
Weight: 6 pounds 10 ounces
Height: 21 inches

We got us another long skinny baby!  He is just a perfect slice of heaven, and I am enjoying him a little too much!!

Oliver was born breech, via a planned c-section.  We discovered he was breech around 35 weeks and I tried everything to get the little stinker to turn, but he's stubborn and after the horrible pregnancy I had to endure, having a set date and time came as a relief.  I'll post another post about the whole c-section vs. vaginal birth later, for now enjoy some pictures of my sweet boy.
 T minus 10 hours until hospital check in.  39 weeks, with a total weight gain of 13 pounds.  It was a rough pregnancy...
 Ollie came out bum first, and peed everywhere!!  BTW they rounded his weight up to 10 ounces.
 Look at that angel face!  He's so yummy!! 

 Meeting his big brother.  They get along well enough, some days certainly are better than others.  I feel like Rivers is louder now somehow.
 This kid has some seriously long fingers!! We need to invest in a piano for sure
Oliver really is a dream baby, he eats well and latched on while I was still in recovery.  My milk came in within 2 days and when Ollie is done eating he sleeps.  He only cries when hungry or uncomfortable.  I never knew babies could be this way!!  Rivers struggles to latch, and had colic and was a poor eater, and still is.  I try not to compare my kids, but it's hard since they really are so different.  

I feel like Oliver is my reward for a terrible pregnancy, a colicky first born and the need for a c-section.  He really is just this perfect little man sent to me from heaven.  

He is a perfect fit into our family and I'm so so so grateful to have him.  We are still adjusting, but he is just a dream!!