That birth story I never got around to writing.

I took time off from blogging, but realized I never actually typed out Cecilia Grace’s Birth Story- I don’t want to forget it so I’m going to get it down in writing right now.

The night before I was set to be induced, May 16th, 2013 a Thursday I remember getting into the bath to relax before my family came over to have one last night before all the chaos. I think we ordered pizza that night and Colby’s mom and dad, brother and our sister-in-law, and my sister came over to spend the evening with us. My sister was staying the night so she could keep Emery while we went to the hospital.

I remember being very still lying in the dark in the bath preparing myself mentally for what my body was about to go through the next day. I heard my in-laws come in the door and decided I had better get myself out of the bath and visit with my family and get some good rest before having to be at the hospital at 5 in the morning. That evening my sister rubbed my feet hoping to put me into labor on my own and not have to use an pitocin.

I went to bed that night and set my alarm for 4:00 a.m. so I could straighten my hair in the morning. I didn’t sleep well at all that night, I believe there were tears about whether Emery would understand the events getting ready to happen, and when the alarm went off at 4 I was up and getting things ready when I got a phone call. I didn’t know the number, but answered anyways and it was the hospital saying that they didn’t have any rooms available so since I was supposed to be induced they told me not to come in unless I was in active labor.

I freaked out.

I told Colby and he did what any other man would do in this situation and went right back to bed, very easily actually. I, on the other hand, woke up my sister and told her then got back in pajamas and tried my hardest to go back to bed because the hospital said to call back at 7:00 in the morning to see if they could fit me in. Soon after I laid back down I felt contractions small at first, but building until I felt the need to get up and walk through them. I woke up Colby and my sister and told them I needed to call now because I was actually in labor at this point I had made it to about 6:30 a.m.


I called the hospital and told them that this was my second baby and the first baby came fairly quickly and wasn’t the second usually quicker? They told me to come in and that if I had dilated to a 5 that I could stay because they had 1 room. ONE. We jumped in the car and I called my mother-in-law and told her we were on the way to the hospital and that I had spontaneously gone into labor on my own. I had to pause the conversation every time I had a contraction so she said they were on the way to the hospital (they beat us there) We had to stop at a gas station because I told Colby I needed gum.

While going into the hospital I had to stop a couple of times to breathe through the contractions and when we made it to the 5th floor we had to sit in the waiting room while they got a room ready for me. My father-in-law timed contractions on his phone while we sat in the waiting room. Luckily for me I didn’t vomit with every contraction like I did with Emery. Although this labor already was giving me a run for my money. When they finally had the room ready they called me back and had me change into a gown so they could see how far I had dilated I was a 5-6! Hurray, they kept me and gave me the option of breaking my water and having me walk OR I could get they epidural right then and stay in bed. (shitty options) I chose to have my water broken and walk the halls. Dear. God.

At that point my parents had arrived and my mom and Mother in law were walking the hallways with me (I can’t remember where Colby went, back to the car maybe?) In that small time he was gone though I was in SEVERE pain. I had never experienced anything like it with Emery I thought my insides were being pulled apart. I was sobbing with every contraction and needed something “RIGHT NOW” I made it back in my room with Colby and my sister arriving and my sweet nurse, Susanna telling me the anesthesiologist was in the next room and he’d come in as soon as he was finished.

Kill me.

She had me lay back on the bed so she could check to see how far I was and I was now close to a 7. The anesthesiologist was now at the bedside and had my lie on my side to put in the epidural, an interesting approach, but I didn’t care. He finished and I had a couple more painful contractions before I was able to have relief- then they came to put in the catheter. I told them I thought I could still walk to the bathroom and they assured me I could not- the catheter made me feel like I had to pee worse than before it was put in- somewhere after this my dad came in to visit and we filmed him saying, “Hi” to the baby and he couldn’t wait to hold her and then he switched places with my sister. She hadn’t been in the room 10 minutes when I started feeling major pressure and major contractions again. The nurse, who checked me and I was a 7 just 15 minutes ago told me she’d be back in an hour to check me again, rushed back into the room to check and sure enough in a span of 15 minutes I’d gone from a 7 to a 10.

Awesome, but…

Because I had dilated so quickly the baby hadn’t had time to turn in the birth canal and was facing sunny side up. People, the pain. I have never experienced anything like it. The doctor came in and said she would need to have time to hopefully flip before we could start pushing and had me lay on my right side with my left leg up in a stirrup. I felt like I was there for hours, the pain was absolutely unbearable and the urge to push was tremendous. The nurse kept telling me not to push, but I could not help it. I felt like I was going to poop and heaven forbid I do that in front of my husband- the nurse kept telling me there was nothing in there, but I kept telling Colby to stand in the bathroom so I could have a “minute”. Mind you, all of this was very frantic.

Me: “Go in the bathroom for a minute.”

Colby: “Are you serious?!”

Me: “Yes! I’m not pooping in front of you!”

Nurse 1:  “When I checked to see how far you were dilated I didn’t feel any poop.”

Nurse 2: “Honey, if you have to go just do it. We see it all the time.”

Me: (Whimpering/Crying/Trying to feel down there to see what was going on)

Colby: “Can I come back out?”

Eventually I just started pushing and told the nurse I couldn’t take it anymore. She went back to get the doctor and now we’re pushing.

I pushed a few times and the doctor asked if I wanted her to give me an episiotomy because if she did Cecilia would be here in the next push. I told her no. I pushed one or two more times and finally said, “Just do it!”

Our entire family has gathered outside our door at this point waiting to hear her cry, but instead listened to me cry for awhile.

Finally after getting the episiotomy Cecilia arrived at 2:41 in the afternoon weighing 7lbs 6.5 ounces and 19 inches long. She looked so small that before the doctor put her on the scale she said any guesses? I guessed 6lbs and so did everyone else. As soon as she was born Colby yelled she’s still a girl! We cried, the nurses cried. That gum that I had Colby get me at the gas station, I spit that out in his hand.

It was an amazing experience and even though it was a very painful labor and was pretty fast and furious I would do it again and again to be able to have our sweet little Cecilia.ccc

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Greetings from 2016.

Hello blog world.

 

It’s been quite a while since I’ve graced you all with my presence, I’m sorry. I don’t really even know where to begin. Last time I checked in I was a stay at home mom with a 3 year old and a 6 month old. Now, I’m a student at the local Nursing College and have one year until I have graduated as a RN. Big changes, Huuuuge. I have a 6 year old (1st grader) and a 3 year old (starting her first week of daycare this week), what?!

 

I’m still married to my amazing husband, Colby, and we still live in our first ever purchased home here in Missouri. I work on the cardiac floor of the hospital as a nurse tech and I love my job, however, the 12 hour work days leave my feet and back pleading with me at the end of the day.

 

I always wanted to be a nurse, really. I remember as a kid I would always put my dolls under milk crates because that was their incubator and I would be their nurse and bring them back from the brink. I chose nursing as my first major too, only I had an advisor who wasn’t too confident in my abilities and told me this wasn’t the profession for me. I have no regrets changing my major to teaching because I did learn a lot and had a great time in the process. I am glad though that at the age of 30 I was able to start all over again and do what I love. Not only am I doing what I love, I’m also getting scholarships left and right while doing it. (I’m allowed to brag, stick it advisor.) This time around I am a much better student, not that I was bad before, but I think as a parent and wife I realize I have people who are counting on me doing well, and as a perfectionist I’m super hard on myself. I have two semesters left and I cannot wait to see where this career takes me.

 

Emery is starting 1st grade in two days, I want to cry admitting that. We were so nervous when he started kindergarten last year because he is the sweetest little guy and so sensitive, we didn’t want him to get walked on. He has done amazing! We were never worried about how he would do academically because he’s a super smart kid, but socially we didn’t want him to just be a follower. His wonderful kindergarten teacher assured us that he was able to hold his own and voiced his opinion when something was going on that he didn’t like. Leaving kindergarten was bittersweet because he loved his teacher so much, but he is very excited to get started again.

 

Cecilia is 3 years old now and is getting ready to start her very first day in daycare, ever. She stayed with my sister when I started back to school and we were happy about that, but she’s getting closer to school and needs more structure so we’ve finally found childcare that we think works best for our family. She is the sassiest little three year old and goes nowhere without her baby (a stuffed lamb that says baby’s first Easter across the front), a dress, and heels. She’s giving us a run for our money.

 

I recently stopped social media, but decided I’d pick up on blogging even if it’s just a couple of posts a month.

 

-Xo

 

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Colgate Optic White VoxBox from Influenster!

I received a new voxbox in the mail, the Colgate Optic White Voxbox. Inside I found 1 colgate Optic White toothbrush with a built in whitening pen (I’m really excited about that), a travel size optic white toothpaste, and six $3.00 coupons for the toothbrush with built in whitening pen.

Can’t wait to try this out!

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The one where I get crafty.

I recently have discovered my inner Betty. I’m sure there is a lot more of her that I haven’t discovered, but hopefully I have lots more time to explore this new found girl. I asked for a sewing machine for Christmas and my mom and dad delivered. I’ve never been a seamstress. When I was growing up I had a grandma that was wonderful with a sewing machine and made quilts and anything else you wanted. I wish I had been more interested in sewing back then and maybe I’d be making all the stuff I’m seeing on Pinterest, damn you Pinterest.

Anyways, yesterday I made my very first quilt block. I’m not sure I’ll even put it in my first quilt, but at least I know I am capable of making one and it looks like what its supposed to look like. I’m doing a down step zig zag pattern for my first quilt and honestly, I know absolutely nothing about making a quilt. Trial by fire is usually my way. I’ll make posts about my progress here. Wish me luck!

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The Braun VoxBox Arrived!

My Braun VoxBox from Influenster showed up yesterday on my doorstep and I was so excited to dig in to see what awaited me (I already knew, but it was still cool!).

Here’s what the box looked like:

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And here’s what was inside:

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I really loved this thermometer. I’ve taken it out and tried it on my kids and myself and I’m pleased with the backlighting and the fact that it is color coded Green- No Fever, Yellow- Low Grade, Red-Fever. The forehead thermometer that I currently have been using did not have a back light so I always had to find my phone in the middle of the night or turn on the lights and risk waking everyone in the house up, but with this new thermometer from Braun there is no need to wake up anyone. Super easy to use, light weight compared to my old thermometer. Love it.

If you’re not sure what Influenster is, it’s a website (influenster.com) that you go to and do reviews of products and take surveys. Occassionally you might qualify, based on your answers/demographics, to receive one of these VoxBoxes full of products to test out totally complimentary of influenster all you have to do is review the products. **I am in no way affiliated with Influenster.**

Also there is a $10 rebate if you go online to brauntherms.com

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‘Tis the season.

Christmas is right around the corner and even though I do love this time of year I’ve not really been in the holiday spirits. Have I been drinking spirits? Yes. I thought being in our own home this year would really get me excited for the holidays and it has, but even with 6 inches of snow on the ground it doesn’t feel like Christmas is a few weeks away.

Maybe it’s because I didn’t fight the holiday crowd this year and chose to do all of my shopping from the comfort of my own home. Online shopping is amazing, but my mail lady, I’m sure, would beg to differ. Thursday with all of the ice coming down she waddled up to my house carrying 5 packages one pressed between her shoulder and chin.

Or maybe it’s because I’m starting to feeling those winter blues creep in and I hate it. I feel like I’ve got minimal patience with my family, my kids, my poor husband and I’m not doing anything well. I’m just doing a whole bunch of things half-assed. Being a perfectionist sucks especially when you can’t do everything the way you want. I’m trying to work on that part of my personality, but it runs really deep.

 

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I recently joined a book club!

I recently joined a book club with some friends and here’s a list of books for this winter:

First up: Holidays on Ice by David Sedaris. This is a grouping of 6 short stories, essays? all with a Christmas theme.  I am an absolute David Sedaris fan and loved the very first short story (SantaLand Diaries), but haven’t been super impressed with the following two short stories. I have 3 more to go, so the jury is still out.

Next on the list, The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. This was a 2012 Goodreads choice award winner and has been on my list of suggestions on my Kindle for quite some time. It is about a teenage girl with cancer who is forced by her parents to attend a support group where she meets and falls in love with a 17 year old boy. I have been super busy, but I’m really looking forward to reading this book. I’ll make sure to have the kleenex in hand because I hear it’s gut wrenching.

Third on the list is The Cuckoo’s Calling by Robert Galbraith (pseudonym of JK Rowling)

Now, I’ve never read a Harry Potter book, not because that doesn’t interest me, but because I had seen the movies before I read the books and normally when that happens I can’t stay interested in the book. I always love reading the books before the movie, because 9 times out of 10 the books are always better. That said, I’m looking forward to this mystery.

I’ll be back to review these books once I’ve finished each book. If you have any input please feel free to send a comment my way or contact me. I’m always in the market for a good read!

Cheers!

Char-Marie

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Thanksgiving 2013

This year we spent the day of Thanksgiving with my side of the family. We went to my mom and dad’s on Thursday and had an amazing meal followed by sitting around wondering why we’ve all gained weight. Emery was so excited for pumpkin pie and for weeks prior has been talking about it nonstop. He even got to make a pumpkin pie after dinner with his Great Grandma Giddy.

After Thanksgiving dinner, I’m sad to admit, I was conned into going Black Friday Black Thursday? shopping. The kids went home with Colby and I was in the trenches with Stori, Mom, and Aunt Doo. We had a lot of fun, but people are really serious about their $1 movies! I walked away with a couple of baby toys for Cecilia and some pajamas for Emery. Earlier that morning I had finished all of my Christmas shopping from the comforts of my couch so I wasn’t really in the market for anything.

Friday I cleaned all day like a mad woman almost in a manic state (Window trim, door trim, and base boards painted) I also cleaned every room in the house and put up the Christmas tree.  Emery helped while Ceciila snoozed away in her room, when it was time for her to be up she was mesmerized by the bright lights of the tree. She’s been rolling around all morning pulling off ornaments and trying to eat them. We made sure to only put the jingle bells at the bottom of the tree, we learned the hard way with Emery.

On Saturday we all headed down to Branson to be with the Jennings’ crew at Big Cedar Lodge where we had family photos taken and rode a sleigh ride to see all the lights. We went to Silver Dollar City as well and Emery rode his first roller coaster ever with Colby. It was a wonderful end to a wonderful Thanksgiving break.

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I’m always behind, but I’m getting used to it.

Dear Cecilia,

You are already 6 months old! Half. A. Year. How in the world did this happen so fast? I am now a 30 year old mother to two beautiful children ages 3.5 years and 6 months. I can officially say things like, “Can you watch the kids?” Kids, plural and “How the fuck am I supposed to shop by myself with two kids that need to sit in the cart?” It’s the little things that you fail to think of when you have more than one child, but you’d be surprised the places you can stick a can of formula.

Since I’ve first posted about your birth you’ve changed so much.

New baby.
New baby.

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You have grown into such a sweet baby.

  • You sleep through the night and have since you’ve been a couple of months old.
  • You laughed at 5 weeks old. Your daddy is so funny.
  • You have the sweetest crooked grin, just like your dad.
  • You think your brother is the bee’s knees. He can make you laugh quicker than anyone else.
  • You can roll from front to back and back to front. All over the house.
  • You’ve slept in your room since you were 4 months old.
  • You love to have your hands rubbed.
  • Just recently you’ve learned to click your tongue and I wake up to you doing that in your room.
  • You’re working on sitting all by yourself, you get excited though and throw yourself backwards.
  • You are babbling nonstop now and Emery is convinced your first word was “Bubba”. That’s what we call him.
  • You are a very independent girl and I’m convinced we’re going to have our hands full.

You have made our lives so complete, Cecilia. We are so happy we decided that we wanted one more baby. Your brother is so in love with you and we feel the same way. When you were 3 months old we moved into our very first home and at 30 years old I can say that I am the most happy I have ever been.

Love,

Mama

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Playing catch up.

Finding time to sit down and write about life when life is happening all around me is becoming increasingly difficult.

Since I last posted about Emery’s birthday, another birthday happened! Cecilia Grace was born May 17th, 2013. We are totally in love. It has been such a crazy transition, but we’re all pushing through it and it’s getting better every day.

Cecilia Grace:  May 17th, 2013 born at 2:41 p.m, weighing 7lbs 6.5 oz (only 1 oz smaller than Emery) 19in long -although, a couple days later at a weight check Celia measured 21 in long.  I don’t think that they had her stretched out all the way in the hospital. She has the most perfect features and the most ridiculous head of brunette hair, I adore it.

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Life as we know it around the Jennings’ household has changed. In the hospital after I had Cecilia and family went home and I had time to think I had a mini panic attack. I was absolutely exhausted from the events leading up to this beautiful girl’s arrival and the baby in the room next to us was screaming and I absolutely lost it. I was worried I couldn’t take care of two babies, I missed the little boy at home who didn’t really understand all that was going on, and the hospital staff really sucked. Breastfeeding was hard, harder than I remembered, and the lactation consultant kept telling me “breast is best”.

The first man you’ll ever love.

Colby was doing the best he could to convince me that I was just exhausted and to get some sleep, but Cecilia wouldn’t sleep and therefore, I couldn’t sleep. By the time it was all said and done I had been up more than 36 hours and was at my absolute breaking point. At one point during the day I was in the bathroom shower sitting in the corner vomiting and bawling all at the same time. Thank God for mom’s. My mom came the next morning and sat with me in that bathroom and talked me off the proverbial ledge.

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When we left that hospital and the apathetic nurses and came home that next day I felt so much better. I was so uncomfortable in the hospital. I needed to have my own space, food, bed, and comfort. I came home and ate an entire container of watermelon and we made it through our first night at home fairly well. Colby’s parents took Emery for the weekend so we could focus on trying to sleep. Turns out, this little girl is nothing like her big brother when it came to sleeping. She actually likes to sleep. I needed this- I deserve this. Emery woke up at least every 2 hours until he was 14 months old. Cecilia lets me get in the occasional 4 hour stretch and just the other day at 7 weeks old she let me sleep from 10:30-5:15 in the morning!!

This is what mommy looks like after a whirlwind labor. 

Right now sweet baby Cecilia is sleeping in her swing and big brother is asleep in his room while I take time out to recall things that have happened these past 7 weeks. I won’t type out the birth story tonight, but that will come soon. Right now I’m just enjoying my sweet little family of four and feeling more confident that I am capable of juggling two babies and still maintaining part of myself in the process. Motherhood is the hardest job I’ve ever had, but it’s also been the best job I’ve ever had.

Thanks for picking me to be your mommy.

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