Sorry for not posting in FOREVER, but we have been kinda busy! We are officially back in Atlanta and our cross country move went relatively smooth.
As of late we have looked at some apartments in the Decatur area (since that will be the same distance from Heritage and from Dunwoody).
Aidan is ONE MONTH OLD today! CRAZY!!
First dip in the pool.
He pretty much slept through the milestone.
Family pool time
Aidan update: When he was about two and a half weeks old he started getting cranky around 7-11 at night. We just thought that this would be his cranky time and we did everything we could to console him. Last wednesday he was like this ALL day long and ALL night long, so we knew something was up. We had our suspicions that he was acting hungry even though he was eating all the time. We took him to the pediatrician on Friday and had him weighed. Our suspicions we confirmed that he was not getting enough milk from me and has not gained a good amount of weight. The pediatrician was soooo nice and sooo awesome. She told me that this happens to women all the time (including herself) and that even though we would have to supplement with formula I would still get to nurse and he will still be a normal kid. So, he gets to nurse and then afterwards he gets a two ounce bottle at every feeding and he is like a DIFFERENT baby. He is happy all the time and he is growing right before our eyes. It's crazy.
But with bottles and formula come a whole different ball game- burping is VERY necessary. Before, if I didn't get him to burp he was fine 'cause he never really took in much air anyway. Well, I learned VERY quickly that throw up is eminent if there is no burping.
This is what you look like after a week with a newborn! But those smiles are genuine and that's all that matters :-)
Well here is an abbreviated version of the birth story. Leading up until the day that Aidan was born I kept telling Zach that I felt like my stomach couldn't get any bigger. My stretch marks hurt so bad and I felt like I was going to explode (little did we know we had a big guy in there!). On May 28th at 4:15 am my "water broke" (or so I thought). We started getting everything ready- putting MJ outside with food for a few days in case Zach couldn't get away, putting the bags in the car, cleaning up a little bit, etc. But, my contractions started asap so we couldnt really get too much done. We got in the car and got to the hospital at about 5am.
We got to the hostpital and I was 4 cm and 100% dilated (which I had been 3 cm and 80% at the last doctor's visit). My bag of waters was still in tact so I just had a "high leak" but my contractions were already about 4-5 minutes apart.
They stuck an IV in me asap so I was really unable to move around- although laying down did seem to be one of the better positions for the pain. I tried the birthing ball, which is a yoga ball to sit on. It helped, but because my belly was so "round" and they had to have the baby heart monitor strapped around it, they kept losing his heartbeat because I was moving around on the ball which moved the monitor out of place. So back to bed...
At this point we were rolling. After about 3 hours at the hostpital we were at 7 cm and I was really able to handle all of the contractions. Stupid me- I thought "this isn't so bad." BUt then we got stuck at 7-8 cm for hours and in comes the Pitocin (which is put into my IV and increases the intensity and the number of contractions). Gag.
At that point I got some pain medication into my IV to take the edge off. It really worked because I was still able to feel each contraction but my body was relaxed enough that I was able to breathe through it. Up until that point I started fighting the contractions and tensing up, which makes them so much worse.
At about 11:15 or so I started feeling the urge to push. I pretty much already started pushing before I was checked- I really couldn't help it. The doctor never told me if I was 10 cm, she just said "close enough, she can push through it." So I said "thank goodness".
The pushing stage put a lot of stress on Aidan and towards the end his heart rate was really dropping. I just kept pushing and pushing and pushing and I felt like nothing was happening. No one told me that his heart rate was dropping so I really didn't have a chance to worry. Towards the end they used the suction to help pull him out and then we had our baby boy! 8lbs and 6 oz and 22 inches long.
No one really warned me just how much everything would hurt afterwards. I even felt like someone punched me in my stomach for days afterwards from all of the pushing and holding my breath. I told Zach we might never have kids again :-) haha. But it was totally worth it- he has been amazing!