Thursday, November 28, 2013

Giving Thanks

This Thanksgiving is different. While Thanksgiving always makes me a little emotional because I feel so blessed by so much, its even more so this year. Last week we lost my Grandma's sister and yesterday we lost a friend a such a young age. While it's pretty easy to be thankful for all that you have and the people that God has put in your life, its harder to be thankful for the relationships that once were, because it hurts to think of what could have been.

So this Thanksgiving I'm thankful that I'm able to help my family and friends in any way I can.. to help them morn, cry, laugh and to help them be thankful for the awesome times they had with Nita and Brent and not regret what they didn't get to say because they will get to say it someday in a place so much more wonderful than where we are today :)

Brent with some of his best friends- love this picture!!

A sweet picture of my Grandma and her sisters, 2 of whom are now gone

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Mr. Humble Pie

Baby #6.. should be easy enough, right? Uh- wrong. When I went into labor around 5am I had it in my head I was going to have the picture perfect homebirth and that I'd be holding my little 8lb peanut by 8am after tolerable contractions and one good push.. even as I type that I laugh a little because I know that a lot of women would want to stab me in the eye if it actually did go that way but.. it pretty much did for baby #5 so I thought my expectations were realistic!

When he wasn't here by 8am I was annoyed, tired and frustrated. Contractions were rough and all I wanted was that urge to push so labor could be all over. My husband, Mom, cousin and Midwife were great,  just letting me do my thing.. even though I didn't want to be doing my thing any more! 9am rolled around and I was pushing, even though I remember my midwife mentioning that I wasn't quite fully dilated.. I didn't care, this boy was coming out. Two good, seriously hard pushes and he was out and I was so relieved and happy to have him in my arms!! Briggs Sullivan was here, all 9lbs 4oz of him!

I felt really good right after I had him but by about noon I felt so dizzy, nauseous, lightheaded, hot/cold and all around crappy that I could hardly sit up without feeling like I was going to pass out. I kinda thought I was being a wuss and that I needed to just suck it up.. so I did. My husband was the best nurse, getting me anything I needed and wanted but I was just down for the count. Things got a little better over the next couple days but I was still pretty out of it and now I felt like when I coughed I was going to lose an internal organ- awesome. Greg walked me to the bathroom for fear of me passing out... I felt a little like one of my patients at the nursing home with strict instructions not to get up by myself  lol! Turns out I had good reason to feel the way I did, my hemoglobin was 6.5 (it should be around 12)! My midwife got me on some good supplements and within another week or so I felt pretty good.. not normal, but good. Oh and  I can now cough, laugh and even sneeze without losing anything that I may want to stay in place.. glad that worked itself out!

The past 3 weeks have been hard but humbling. I needed this little guy to put me in my place and keep me there for a while. Honestly I am used to having a baby and getting on with life, taking pride that giving birth doesn't phase me much. Well it turns out birth does phase me.. and it should :) While it drove me nuts and even brought me to tears at times that I couldn't do all I wanted to do, I started to welcome that time at home sitting and watching the busyness that a house full of kids brings with it. I appreciated meals from church, family and friends when I normally would have declined, I let me Mom do my laundry, my Grandma take the older kids and said no to visitors at times. I ate a huge piece of humble pie.. and I kinda liked it.

Photo by Kasey Hunt Photography