I really have to try to remember about this blog! I keep forgetting to come in here and update...I'll try better!
Here's some random info
I was just thinking that I should probably post some more details on my life!
Back in 2005 I got pregnant for the first time. I was 18 years old and felt so ready to take on the world. My then boyfriend, Jimmy, and I were going to celebrate our first anniversary together on October 25th. We had planned to go to the same restaurant that we had our first date at. It was a very nice dress up type restaurant. Japanese cuisine. He had planned on proposing to me here, however it didn't quite go as he had planned.
A few days before our anniversary we had both gone out to get our gifts. I kinda knew the engagement ring was coming and so I headed to the mall for Jimmy's gifts...one being an engagement ring of his own. It was a gorgeous (in a manly way, of course) gold band that cost me over $100 (a big deal to me at the time). I also got him a sword. Sure it sounds random, but he's always liked those swords you see in those Asian stores in the malls. It was a good gift for him.
I don't think I've mentioned at this point that I hate to wait for things. Waiting is one of my pet peeves. It seems that every year for Christmas or birthdays I give Jimmy his present before the actual day and talk him into giving me my presents early. This is exactly what happened. The day I got him his present I wanted to give it to him. I was still nervous that maybe he wouldn't propose and I also didn't want to take away his moment by proposing first. So what I did was tell him I wanted to give him his presents so we should just exchange that night. We'd take turns and I'd go first. Of course I gave him the sword first. He loved it. He then went into the nightstand and pulled out a box and proceeded to propose. The ring was beautiful. After I calmed down I went and got his ring. I explained how I didn't think it was fair that only a woman got a ring to show off the engagement. Needless to say, he was happy. It has been so long that I don't remember every detail, but I'm sure we had a happy ending to our anniversary because my first daughter, Alana Amber, was conceived around that time.
Alright...I'll continue on with my story next time. I'll leave you all with some pictures.
the ring
June 2005. My senior prom.
It would seem as if I'm still suffering an aftershock of birth...Post-partum depression. This is a very difficult illness to handle. I felt as if I couldn't deal with it on my own and spoke with my obgyn about getting help. She perscribed Zoloft. "Great", I thought, "I'll get better". Not so much. It seems as if this medication does NOTHING! I keep wondering how likely it is that I was perscribed a placebo...I'm not sure how else to explain the lack of...ANYTHING from this medication!
I hope that I can either get some help that actual works or have the strength to ride this wave till it is done....I know I'll be Ok...I just keep saying that.
Here is a picture of the beautiful baby that created this stress...
I would rather deal with 100 years of feeling like I am today than never have her. She really is amazing.
-Sarah
So I've decided to start a little blog here. I'm not sure how often I'll remember to update, but I'll try to be around pretty regularly.
Anyway, a bit of an introduction;
My name is Sarah and I'm a mommy to two wonderful girls Alana (23 months) and Kylie (2 months) My husband's name is Jimmy and we live in CT.
I had my baby! So here is how it all went down!
On Sunday my husband and I decided to go over to my Mom's house to visit. We went over sometime after 4:00p.m. and I started to get some contractions around 5:00pm. I seriously thought that it was just false labor because I hadn't felt ANY before that! They got closer together and painful *really* quickly. I figured that it was probably time to call the Dr., but I hadn't packed my hospital bag yet! So we rushed home to get the bag ready as well as everything that Alana would need (she stayed with my mom). I think I got to the hospital around 8:30 or 9:00p.m.
Once I was in the hospital they checked me and I was 5-6 cm dilated. I had a fast labor with Alana so I was concerned that would happen again and the first thing I said to the nurse after she checked me was "I want the epidural!" I had natural childbirth with Alana and was terrified of doing that again! So I kept progressing rather quickly and luckily we were able to get the anesthesiologist in there to get my epidural going! The contractions were so painful...I am such a weakling and couldn't handle it! Within 10 minutes of putting the epidural in, I was numb. It was wonderful! I was able to smile and talk and relax. I was seriously freaking myself out before because of the pain.
Anyway, at about 1:00a.m. the Dr. decided that it was time for me to push. I couldn't feel the pressure at first because of the epidural, but after maybe 10 minutes of pushing I could tell when the contractions were coming again although I still didn't feel any pain! I pushed for about an hour and I was so frustrated! Alana came out in 3 pushes and silly me thought I could do that again! I was so determined, but it still took too long. Well...the Dr. and nurses said that I did awesome and most people would have my 1 hour of pushing be 2-3 hours! I couldn't imagine pushing that long...I was so worn out from 1 hour! Well Kylie Alexa was born at 2:00a.m. on May 5th. She was 9lbs. 5oz. and 21 inches long. She was also facing up so I guess that is why pushing was so difficult.
She has been a really great baby. She eats very well and will sleep for a good amount of time between feedings. The only problem with that is that I still have to be up with Alana while she sleeps so I am still so tired!.
Alana has been adjusting really well to having a little sister. She likes to wave to her and kiss her. She has acted up a little bit, but that is normal. She just really wants her Daddy all the time now! I think she's a little angry at me, but I'm sure we'll be cool soon!
I think that is it...I'm not sure if I left anything out..I am still so tired!
Kylie and Mommy
Baby Kylie.
Not a great picture, but look at all that hair!!!!
And here's one of Alana!!! Big girl, huh?
I'll take some more pictures soon and post them up!
I'm not sure who has or hasn't heard yet but my baby was born!!!!
Alana Amber Chung.
July 15, 2006 at 5:55 a.m. She was 6lbs 4oz. 19inches.
After a painful, but luckily short, labor, I had her pushed out in about 3 pushes! O.O don't ask how that happened but I'm very lucky cause it was so painful.
I actually just went to the doctors on Friday for a regular checkup and my doctor got worried and sent me over to the hospital telling me that they will probably induce me at this point. Now I was still 2 weeks early but they were worried that I had the pre eclampsia. If I was allowed to go to my due date it would put my life on risk because I could have seizures and then it would put my baby's life at risk so they decided that I probably did have it and they weren't taking the risk even if I didn't and luckily I was already 2 cm dilated and so even though there was a chance of a c-section with induction they started the process. I guess I took very well to the drugs because the only one they gave me wasn't even really supposed to start labor! We planned to start the induction in the morning when the doctor got there.
I'm not sure when labor started for me but it was early morning and it was painful. My back was completely killing me. I can't even try to describe the type of pain I was in. I hardly even remember, I was hurting so much. When the pains started to get even worse I started asking the nurse for some sort of pain relief even though I had wanted to avoid it. The pain got unbearable and truthfully, I didn't even know this was intense labor before the baby was born...I thought I was constipated (which is apparently what it feels like when her head is trying to push out) the nurse was surprised when she checked me and I was fully 10 cm dilated because not that long ago I was still just 2 cms! She had to hurry and call the doctor. Jimmy woke up at 5:30 to me yelling in pain and he called my mom to get her down there. My mom got there at 5:40. The doctor at 5:45. And after setting everything up quickly, she was born at 5:55.
And you want to know the strangest part? I still want one or two more children someday! Once the pain is over and you see your child, you really forget about what you just went through and it is truly all worth it. She's absolutely amazing. Sure I get frustrated, I have crazy levels of hormones causing mood swings and I'm still kinda hurting and recovering, but that is alright. I think I'm doing good!
Here are a few pictures! I will have a LOT MORE later!!
Here is a very proud (and obviously SLEEPY) proud papa!!!
She gets sooo hungry! Such a tiny little girl!
