Is this upcoming week, however, after a long and hard think, I will not be taking it. Instead, I will be finishing the complaint for my first ever case as a licensed attorney, and will be compiling educational materials to assist in establishing a foundation in honor of my friend Nick.
As to my reasons, between baby, moving, and burnout, it was simply too much. I couldn’t make enough milk to feed Otter, freeze a store for the exam, and train him on the bottle. I couldn’t get the house unpacked, work on my case, and prepare mentally for the exam. I couldn’t get enough sleep to remember all the elements of a contract, or the Rule against Perpetuities (which I used to teach). It was all too much.
Thank you to everyone who believed I could do it, it helped to think I could, and I am beyond honored to be thought so smart by so many smart people. However, this time around, my eyes were bigger than my stomach, when it came to filling my plate.
So I am going to focus on getting things off my plate, reading Harry Potter, and having a good time with my mother.
Weighing in at 11 lbs, 6 ounces, 21 inches long… Oliver Robert Nicholas Krebs!!
The story begins at 5:30 am on Monday, April 9th, 2007. I was sleeping peacefully when I awoke to contractions. Having awoken to contractions before, I ignored them, and promptly went into the kitchen for some early morning fuel. After gobbling down a bowl of cereal and a huge glass of milk, I went back to bed.
However, I could not fall back asleep. The pains were too intense for me to rest comfortably. Hmmm, this is new, I thought, as I took out my phone and began timing them.
An hour later they were still coming, and at a rate of between 6-8 minutes apart. I woke Lee up and told him to expect to miss work. He sleepily asked if he could rest a little longer. I tried to do the same, but they were getting more intense. I got up, took a hot shower, ate a little more, and then called Ellen. After speaking with her I decided to keep my doctor’s appointment that morning. We called Devon, who picked Monkey up and took her to work with him, and then went in to see about these pains, which were now about 4-5 minutes apart. Oh yes, and they hurt.
When we arrived at the doctor’s office they saw us immediately and Dr. Giovine said, “you may want to go to the hospital when you get a chance. We will meet you there.” So we did, we stopped home, got the camera, got lost a few times, and arrived at the hospital with the contractions about 3-5 minutes apart.
Here we are at the hospital: We were sent into a room right away, as our doctor had called ahead, and Lee began to set up the birthing tub while I began breathing in earnest.
It took a long time to fill, but once it was done, I was very happy to be in it. I stayed in it for most of the labor, the water helped a lot. We tried a few other labor tricks, such as walking around, and even danced up and down the hallway together, but in the end, I really wanted to be back in the water.
So things went swimmingly. The nursing team I had were very open to an all natural birth, and didn’t even make me use a Heparin Lock. They monitored me with a Doppler when I was in the water, and didn’t make me sit through more than the initial 20 minute monitoring when we arrived. I labored in the tub until I hit transition. When I started having contractions that came in couplets and triplets and required all my concentration to breathe through I got out of the tub. I would have loved to continue in it, but the water height was such that I couldn’t keep my face out of it any longer.
We moved to the bed and I hugged the back of it until it was time to push. One of the nurses working with me was a massage therapist, and she began using massage and counter pressure to help lower the intensity of the transactions. I was really feeling the pain, the contractions were so intense that I felt compelled to try and escape my body. There was a point when moaning turned to screaming, and I distinctly remember telling Lee that “I would really like to leave my body now” about the time I hit 8 1/2 centimeters.
From then on, it was a very short labor. I started needing to push not too long after she told me I was 8 1/2 centimeters, and began pushing without thought not too long after that. When it was clear I was really needing to push, Dr. Levy had me flip over and sit, so we could deal with any shoulder dystocia if the problem arose. He crowned very quickly, and then, just when I truly began to understand the phrase “ring of fire” the contractions stopped. Here he was, head half out of me, and my body slowed things down so I could push him out without serious damage. Of course, I began to feel the need to crab crawl backwards up the bed to get away from the pain left by a half in, half out head, so I was less than pleased with my body’s decision at the time. However, I did get to reach down and feel his head a few times. Finally, I had a really strong contraction, we began pushing again, I began screaming, and wonderfully, out he popped!!
It felt so great to have him out!! Dr. Levy put him on my stomach, and I looked at his purpley screaming body while I heard “Wow, what a big baby! Wow, what a huge cord! Okay dad, this cord is really thick, you are going to have to use a lot of pressure to cut it!” Then I pushed out the placenta, which we both looked at and touched. (Such a cool feeling!!)
It was about this time that I began shaking fairly uncontrollably, so they brought warm blankets and cleaned Otter up and brought him back to me.
Here Otter and I are with Dr. Levy and the nurses who helped us through it all.
A slightly fuzzy three of us! A brand new Big Sister!! Me and my babies!
I didn’t know he was an 11 lb baby until a few hours later, when they were wheeling me up to recovery. On the way, the nurse who measured him came out with his chart to tell us his weight, glanced at the chart, said “Let me double check this on the scale”, and came back out saying, “Nope, it was right, 11 lbs 6 ounces. Was this a natural birth?”
It was about that time I started getting the rock star comments. I also better understood my need to scream.
We are both home, and he is a happy baby boy, very serious and very hungry! I am glad I got to have a natural birth, even though he was such a big baby.
WARNING! The following post contains pure, unadulterated baby belly shots!! Much skin is visible, though it’s not exciting enough to get a mention on Fox.
Okay, so you have all heard how huge I am… I guess I am brave enough to share the actual images.
This is me, today, at almost 41 weeks. Monkey stayed over at Ellen and Dan’s, so we got a little dressed up and went to dinner at the Olive Garden. I know it’s a chain, but it’s a chain I can love with flavors I crave. Oh yes, and Breadsticks.
This is me in my jammies. We are frankly shocked at how large the belly has grown. My own zip code here I come!!
Here is some full frontal belly. My belly is 52 inches around at it’s proudest point! He is gonna be a big baby. Big, big baby.
I am maintaining a decent mood, thanks to Lee’s willingness to purchase the second season of Veronica Mars and have it shipped to me overnight, and his ever loving foot massaging hands. Yay foot massages! The very pregnant woman’s very best friend!!
We meet with the Doctor on Monday. If I have not gone into labor before then, we will discuss a “plan” for induction. I will try and put it off as long as possible, but even so, the baby will be had on or around tax day at the very latest.
And now onto some cute Monkey pictures, she has been growing a lot too! She is doing very well in school, is in the top reading group in her class, and is constantly scoring perfect scores on her tests, of which they have many. (I don’t remember tests in Kindergarten. Does anyone else?)
Here she is with Lily Jane. She was such a patient little girl. She just loved holding this little bundle of joy!!
Here she is on her way to school a few says ago, all dressed up with poofy hairballs and clippy’s. Her newest favorite word is “totally”. As in, “They are totally the cutest hair ties ever mom, Totally.”
She was very disappointed that I did not go into labor on Sunday, but seems to have recovered now. We are resting, cleaning, and preparing for the baby. She is on Spring Break this week, so I am going to try my very best to get up and about with her. Ice cream shop visits, walks on the beach, maybe even kite flying. We shall see.
Managing life with chronic illness requires savvy spoons
