Four and Two

This is a big week in our house.

Four years ago this week The Princess joined our brood.

Then, two years and two days later, The Munchkin was born.

(Apparently, The Munchkin doesn’t smile for the camera very often – I couldn’t find any recent pictures of her with a smile on her face!)

To tell their birth stories is simple – they were almost identical. We did both these girls unassisted. My water broke after dinner, I put the little ones to bed (the older kids got to stay up for the birth), climbed in the bath tub, labored for about 3 1/2 hours, and gave birth to a baby girl just before midnight. Their births were so similar, in fact, that after the Munchkin was born, The Bookworm said, “That was like we had [The Princess] all over again!”

Four and two. It is so amazing how fast this is going.

How I love these girlies! 🙂

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A Treat for the Senses

How I love the smell of silk as it spins on the swift.

The feel of the smooth 2-ply as it runs through my fingers is decadent.

I love the gorgeous sheen as it winds into a neat ball.

So much pleasure already – and I haven’t even begun the best part.

Let the knitting begin!

This lovely yarn is destined to be a Peacock Shawlette. Claudia Handpainted Silk Lace Teal – which happens to be a very difficult color to get accurately with my camera.

Of Dropped Stitches, Procrastination, and Treasonous Lifelines

It started last September. It was coming along so beautifully.

The Rona Lace Shawl in Knit Picks Shadow Vineyard

Then, I took a break. I thought it was safe and secure in it’s cute little bag. Alas, when I picked it back up in December, I found that the needle had pulled out of a few stitches and they had dropped. Kicking myself for leaving my lifeline 40 rows back, I put it back in the bag and decided to I would frog it back to the lifeline… later.

Today, I picked it up again (my current knitting project is boring me to tears, and I thought I could use a challenge). I started to pull the needles out and rip back to my thin, green safety net.

I noticed too late that my lifeline had abandoned me, as well.

Almost half of the circle was not protected by my treasonous lifeline. Why I didn’t tie the ends together is beyond me, but then again, I was presumptuous enough to leave it so far behind, I guess I thought I wouldn’t need it.

Such a talented knitter as myself! HA! I scoff at lifelines!

And look where it got me. I was almost finished knitting that first ball, too:

And now, I am back to square one.

This is a must knit shawl, so I am going to cast it back on and complete it… later.

For now, I am thinking that my teal skien of Claudia Handpainted Silk Lace needs to be a Peacock Shawlette.

My Grand Finale

I have been putting off writing my birth story because it went down so, well, differently than I wanted. But, perhaps if I put it in words, maybe I can process it better. As you all know, I was planning an unassisted birth in my bathtub with just my husband and kids with me. I imagined it would be very much like the last two births, which were easy, heavenly and quick.

But at 37 weeks, my blood pressure started a slow, but steady creep into scary-land. I was watching for other signs of pre-eclampsia, but they never came. When the blood pressure got too high for comfort, we decided we had better go to the hospital to get it checked out. I was 38 wks, 5 days at this point.

At the hospital, we were so blessed to have doctors and nurses who respected what we were trying to do and were very supportive of our positions. But, after an ultrasound revealed that Baby’s heart was enlarged, we realized that we were not going home to have the birth we had planned. They were concerned about how baby would function once born. My blood pressure stayed in the stratosphere, but the added concern of the baby’s health was just too much for me. After 24 hours of observation, we decided to induce labor.

At midnight on the day I turned 39 wks, they started the pitocin drip. I was already dilated to 3, but baby was high (station -2). Eighteen hours later, I was still not getting much more than the braxton hicks I had been having for weeks previous. I was starving, tired and so stressed out. The Man intervened and insisted they let me eat, so they stopped the pit and served me dinner. I had a little nap and then we started again, this time I asked them to break my water first, hoping that would bring on the real labor I had been waiting for.

By the time my labor started, two hours later, I was so beat. I was emotionally drained from the strain, worried about the baby, fearful of a hospital birth, and I hadn’t seen my kids in days (oh! I missed them so, so much). The contractions on the pit were far worse than any labor I have ever experienced and it was taking so long! I have never had a labor take longer than 5 hours, so I was not prepared for this lengthy ordeal. I was dilated to 7cm when I asked for something for the pain.

Now, I have never had to research pain meds, because they aren’t exactly an option in a homebirth setting. I only knew that I didn’t want an epidural. They gave me stadol. And, this is where things get fuzzy. I started to halucinate and The Man tells me that I was saying really crazy things. I would sleep through a few contractions, and then wake and not know where I was. The pain of the contractions wasn’t lessened at all, I just didn’t care very much. I don’t really remember as much of the reality as I do the crazy things my brain was telling me. And then it was time to push.

Because of the stadol, I couldn’t think straight. I was trying to curl up in a fetal position to push her out, and when the doctor tried to get me to assume a better position, I flailed my arms and told her “Don’t touch me!” Finally, The Man laid his chest over mine, pushing me back and holding me down so that I could push. Then, I couldn’t tell when I was supposed to push. I was so confused!

Finally, I heard the doctor say that Baby’s heart rate was dropping and I had to get her out right now. Mama-instinct took over, and I pushed like I have never pushed before, contraction or not. She was the hardest baby to get out, despite being my smallest.

Thankfully, once she was out, my head cleared a bit, and after her birth, I didn’t feel all the horrible effects of the drug. Baby was fine and pink. They laid her on my chest and did all their check-up on her right there. I didn’t tear at all (miracle!), but The Man said the blood was pouring out like a faucet had been turned on! I am thankful for the doctor and her skills that took care of me then.

Post partum was another hurdle. Baby had an echocardiogram (her third – two while in-utero) and they continued to be concerned for her heart. While she was pink and perfect looking, we were still told that the walls of her heart were too thick and that her heart was taking up a large percent of her chest cavity.

Five days after our decision to go the hospital, we were allowed to bring our little Vera home.

On Tuesday, we took her to the Children’s Hospital for yet another echo. I am happy to say that she was given the all-clear. The cardiologist said her heart is perfectly normal and he didn’t know why we were sent there. The Man is kind of ticked that we had all that stress and worry and expense heaped on us when she is totally normal. I am still busy being happy that she is fine.

My blood pressure still has not resolved, however. I am on total bedrest. That seems to be the lingering negative to this whole thing. I am feeling a little robbed of the euphoria that I have had during post-partums of the past. The stress of Baby’s health plus the disappointments of the way it all went down, and waiting for my body to normalize (hoping I don’t have to go back to the hospital) has stolen some of the joy from this time.

This is our sixth and last baby. I never expected after five quick, easy, healthy labors and fast recoveries that I would end my reproductive life like this. For what it was, I couldn’t have asked for better, I suppose. I had my vaginal birth. I didn’t have anything done to me that I didn’t okay. I don’t feel like I got railroaded by the medical system. And, I have to say that I learned so much. I learned that hospitals can be good places to give birth, that it is possible to find doctors who will work with you and respect your (idealistic) goals, and I learned that it really is about getting a healthy baby and a healthy mama. The birth experience is nothing more than an experience, and now, just a memory. My sweet baby is a gift from heaven and I would have endured far more to get her.

Thank you all for your prayers. We are in awe of the army we have sending up prayers on our behalf and so grateful to God for such a favorable outcome to the whole thing.

Now, I must go lay back down. The Man starts to get concerned when I stay upright for too long.

A Little Announcement

It’s a Girl!!!

And this is where I expected to write an amazing birth story like unto my previous amazing birth stories… But, as they say, things don’t always go the way you plan. When my rising blood pressure landed me in the hospital early last week, I knew this was one of those times. And when the ultrasound revealed an abnormal thickening in certain areas of Baby’s heart, I realized that we were really off the map. After a five day hospital stay, a 27 hour labor induction, and still no final word on Baby’s heart, I really don’t have much to say here. I can’t process any of it until we get to the end of this ride.

Please pray for my little girlie. We go in for yet another echocardiogram tomorrow. Maybe we will get some of our questions answered and can start to move past this very difficult time. Also, my blood pressure has not gone down, yet, and we are still concerned about that as well.

Things don’t always go the way we plan.

But, we did get another beautiful baby girl out of the deal.

Time for a Time-Out

Okay, folks. That time has come. I no longer have any interesting things to say. My knitting has become extremely mundane (another pair of small shorties, anyone?) and I am obsessing over how uncomfortable pregnancy can be. To top it off, with the finishing of all the baby preparations time has slowed to a crawl, or as my sister-in-law puts it “tick……tock……..tick…..tock”.

So, it is time to take a blog break. I will wait for the big story, the gorgeous headline and the exciting birth story. Shouldn’t be too much longer as I am over 38 weeks, now.

Remember the Cave? That is where I am headed, now. See you all when I emerge the victorious mother with babe in arms.

Babies for My Babies

My two littlest girls both have birthdays at the end of this month.

And I am having a baby… this month.

So, I got a head-start on it and made these for birthday gifts.

The purple baby is for The Princess and the pink is for The Munchkin.

Then, I made them little moses baskets to keep their babies in.

With little receiving blankets that The Dancing Queen helped sew.

Now, when I say “little”, I mean little. The babies are 6 1/2″ from top to toe.

This was a very satisfying project and I cannot wait to give them to my Girlies.

They are going to be thrilled!

See my Ravelry Project page for details on the babies and on the baskets.