maybe it's a sign that i should switch to months (or that baby math is hard!) but after i posted this 16 week update of hazel i started to count and realized, woops - she's 17 weeks. (soon to be 18 weeks! this sunday! where is time going? insert cliche momisms here).
anyways, she threw me a bone with this first shot.
i'm a little behind on blogging, the last picture of hazel i posted was when she was 3 weeks old, now she's almost 8 weeks! she's getting so big (sob)... smiling more and more every day, and solidifying my belief that she's the most adorable baby that ever was ;)
i'm going back to work soon and hazel will be starting at a daycare near our house... any tips for making the daycare / back to work transition easier would be appreciated! not looking forward to it!
[note: i was compensated for this post with free product, however all opinions are mine alone.]
i have worn glasses since the 5th grade, first for distance then full time if i wanted to see who was waving at me from more than a block away. so when Firmoo reached out to see if i'd like to review a pair of glasses i jumped at the chance. i'm a huge fan of having multiple pairs of glasses, it's an easy way to change your look. after perusing their site and looking at the rectangular style frames i picked this pair, i really like that they break them into shape categories - it makes it much easier to search. i already know that round or oval frames don't work for my face shape so i don't have to waste my time on those.
the ordering process was super easy and the glasses are good quality! i really like them a lot, normally i go with a tortoise colored frame, but this black pair was a nice change. they are also super affordable - which is a definite plus.
my regular pair of glasses had recently become loose and i was constantly pushing them up, so these couldn't have come at a better time. i have always loved getting a new pair of glasses, does that make me a nerd? maybe.
i'd definitely use firmoo in the future for glasses - they are so affordable that it would be easy to pick up a few pairs.
oh, hazel. she does NOT like being propped in this chair. or maybe it's the fox? he's always all up in her business ;) i can't believe our girl is 3 weeks already! it feels like we just came home from the hospital. we are getting more of a routine every day. henry seems to be okay with hazel, curious and a little overzealous with sniffing. but unfortunately his aggression towards others hasn't gone away, i was hopeful he was 'guarding' me because of the pregnancy but that doesn't seem to be the case. this picture will probably be displayed at hazel's wedding some day ;)
disclaimer: if you know me in real life and don't want to read all the gory birth details maybe skip this post? here's the short version: i didn't know i was in labor, got to the hospital and was 7cm already, 3.5 hours later our sweet Hazel Mae arrived. the end.
Still reading? Okay. Also forgive the terrible iPhone pics - we forgot the real camera, womp womp!
[almost inappropriate, but shielded by hazel's face... and yes, i have a freckle on my right boob]
So, let's begin on Saturday morning. I'm 38w2d pregnant. I'm in full-on nesting mode, I spent the morning cleaning the floors, bathrooms and vacuuming (including lugging the vacuum upstairs, for which Tim scolded me, ha!)... then my mom, sister and niece arrived around 11 to take me to brunch!
At brunch I got 2 decaf vanilla lattes with delicious chocolate chip pancakes....we later joked they might have been fully caffeinated because our waiter seemed easily confused and my sister had ordered regular vanilla lattes. After brunch we headed to the park so my niece could run around. I picked her up a few times and even slid down a slide... I still felt great. My sister drove us back to my house and dropped me off, we all said goodbye and said the next time they saw me I might have a baby. Little did we know...
So after all that excitement I headed out to the food store to grocery shop, Tim had already gone to BJs that morning to stock up on our bulk items and also PetSmart because I'd asked him to pick up extra dog food so we wouldn't have to worry that Henry would run out whenever I went into labor. When I got back from the food store I took Hen on a longer walk then normal..still feeling totally fine. I came home and Tim started making dinner around 7pm. Right after dinner I started to feel gross, like my body was clearing itself out..... you get what I'm saying here, right? Good, glad I don't have to spell it out. So this continues for a few hours but I'm just convinced the food I had earlier didn't agree with me. So, I sit down on the couch and mention that my back hurts. Tim is like, is this labor?? And I said I don't know but I don't think so! Then some spotting started. It made me nervous so I called the on-call number for my OBGYN. The on-call service and doctor were so quick to get back to me, so reassuring! The doctor said some spotting is normal, so I hung up and felt better. But then another hour or two passed and the spotting was more like a regular period now. All this blood was really worrying me, the back pain wasn't too uncomfortable so I really did NOT think I was in labor. In between my first and second call to the doctor we had tried to lay down and go to sleep just in case this was it. Tim probably slept for an hour. Me? I googled things about bleeding and 38 weeks pregnant. Note: nothing good can come from that. So I called the doctor back and asked if I could come in to be checked because the bleeding had increased. I woke Tim and we hurried around adding things to the hospital bag, but both still thought we'd be sent back home for sure because I wasn't in much pain at all. The doctor had asked how far my contractions were and I'd said I hadn't timed them because I wasn't sure that's what was happening. Well on the 10 minute drive I did have 3 "waves" of back pain...but still thought things were fine.
We entered through the Emergency Room entrance - gave our names and waited for someone from Labor & Delivery to come get us. I am sure I seemed ridiculous because I was sitting there joking and laughing, not really in pain. The L&D aide insisted on a wheelchair. So she wheeled us up and took us to triage. The nurse asked me for a urine sample and got monitors strapped to my belly. My contractions were apparently 2-3 mins apart, woops? She went to check my cervix and goes "OH".. I'm thinking I'm probably 2cm and going home, so I say - "how far am i?" She's like, "6 or 7cm! are you feeling these contractions at all??" She leaves us for a minute and another nurse comes in to say if I want an epidural now is the time to ask. I hem and haw, I wanted to try without...but worry if I miss my chance I'll kick myself. The two nurses say they think the way my pain is that I can do it without and they are there to help me. I still am not sure, and they say let's just head over to the L&D room and get situated and I can let them know what I decide...
We settle into the L&D room and they hook up an IV for fluids bc I'm a little dehydrated, the nurse did a fantastic job putting the IV in my hand. While they are doing this Tim runs to the car for our bags, I tell him to 'shake a leg'... ha. We arrived at the hospital at 12:30am...and the nurses ask if we want to call anyone but they suggested we didn't if we thought they'd rush over. We end up texting our parents and sisters to say we've been admitted but no need to rush over since it's the middle of the night. The belly monitor keeps picking up my heart rate and not the baby's so there is a lot of finagling and eventually a belly band to keep the monitor in place, which still didn't work great. The baby's heart rate remained great throughout the labor. After some initial questions from the nurses and a brief visit from the doctor they left us to labor on our own for a bit. It was about an hour of me walking around the room in a circle going 'ohhh maybe I should have said yes to the epidural!"... the only thing that felt good was Tim pushing on my lower back to counteract the contractions or sitting hunched over on the edge of the bed. I would tell Tim to push harder, and also to silence his phone bc his sister had texted back but the sound of the phone vibrating was beyond annoying to me. But then MY phone vibrated and I was like okay, pass it to me. Such a hypocrite, we laughed about it later. Also an email came through for a receipt from Uber for a trip that night. Uhhh? So I definitely at about 9cm dilated thought someone stole my credit card. Turns out it was just someone emailed the wrong person - so Kelly O'Hara I have your $30 Uber receipt if you need it.
At this point my water had still not broken but I'm definitely feeling some pressure down there. I told Tim to have the nurse come back and check me. Truthfully I thought it might speed things up if she checked me - and I wanted to know if I'd made ANY progress. She checked and I had! 9cm! And woops, she broke my water. Probably on purpose, bless her heart. It was more fluid than I thought and surprisingly warm, like a water balloon had popped- sorry to be gross, but I was just surprised! Not too long after this the nurse declares that I'm complete. It's about 3am at this point (we arrived around 12:30am), and the nurses ask if I feel like I can push or if I want to wait a bit. I said I'd like to try to push because it seemed better than riding out these contractions. Pushing felt SO much better during contractions, though it didn't feel like I was making any progress at first. In hindsight I should have labored down for a bit. The two nurses were amazing and coaching me through how to push, I was so hot though and kept sweating the tape for the IV off. To the point where they had to (between pushes) re-do my IV higher up on my arm. Talk about terrible.
I was also barking at Tim for more ice. With every push I wanted ice! "ICE! MORE ICE!" and he'd quickly feed it to me on a spoon. The nurses warned me that I might throw up, to which I said "I haven't thrown up in 15 years".. I actually think it's been longer than that! Spoiler: I did NOT throw up. They also wanted to guess what our names were, we said they were secret. So I told them the letters they began with. They were like will you tell us if we guess it? I said yes, so they started saying "Helen? Hannah? Hailey? etc etc"....til I loudly just said "HAZEL, it's HAZEL". So much for secrets ;) The nurse told me she called 3:30am as the birth time. This gave me lots of hope that it would all be done soon. I kept thinking once the doctor arrives it's go-time. So, I was shooting for that. I pushed and pushed, and finally started to feel the baby's head move down...the nurses said they could see hair! And in came the doctor! They broke the bed down and things got real from there. I was pushing while they counted, and definitely could feel myself making progress. They asked if Tim wanted to look and he respectfully declined while staying WAY up at my head. ;)
[proud dad holding his baby girl]
Once the baby's head wasn't going back they said I was so close, so with a few pushes I felt the ring of fire (not fun) and then her head was out. I gave one more small push and the doctor had her out and onto my stomach, the cord was short so they didn't move her up to my chest until they cut it. Tim announced that it was a girl! To which, I said 'are you happy with a girl??" ...I blame the hormones. He assured me he was. I had thought it would be a girl all along, but at the very end I'd convinced myself I had to be wrong and it was a boy. She was so cute and not as slimey or slippery as I'd always feared a freshly born baby would be ;) She did have some fluid in her mouth so they took her over to the warming bed to suction her and wipe her off a bit. She weighed in at 7lbs 2oz and 19 inches. Just 2oz more than Tim when he was born and the same height. Taking after her dad already! I said to Tim, is she a Hazel? Because we had a few backup names just in case she came out and we didn't think it was fitting. But the name fit, so Hazel Mae it is! We called our parents and texted our sisters, they were so surprised to hear from us already. Our girl was fast and furious about her arrival. Our parents came up a few hours later and were over the moon excited to meet their new granddaughter.
[i think we look pretty good for being up for over 24 hours, ;)]
We love our sweet girl, she sure surprised us and we couldn't be happier about it.
Hazel Mae Hager decided to greet us 2 weeks early on Sunday, 10/26 at 3:46am! We were so surprised and are so in love with our girl. She weighed in at 7lbs 2oz and measured 19 inches long. She definitely wasted no time getting here. Birth story to follow!
[yawn! tim calls this the poop suit, i think brown is trendy and gender neutral ;) ]