You are such a wonderful person. We are very blessed to have you in our lives.
May you feel blessed on this special day and the years to come.
We love you.
Love: Misty, Phil and Cooper
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Friday, April 28, 2006
Deserts...
Been there...and am still working through the desert. I have had my eyes opened to the many blessings and miracles He has given us. This Is from Prime Time With God and it spoke to me today.
"Has God performed a heart test on you lately? There are times in our lives when God leads us into the desert in order to let us find out what is in our heart. These times can be very difficult and humbling. They can test our mettle like no other time. Desert times often mean we are living without those things we are normally accustomed to: water, food, limited supplies-and with few comforts. In modern terms, it may mean a different environment. God is performing a very important work during these times. He wants to know if we can be obedient to Him in these times; or will we be obedient only when times are good?...
These desert times may mean experiencing new ways of provision from the Lord. Like manna from Heaven, it may mean seeing miracles we've never seen before. Like clothing that never wears out, it may mean seeing your normal capabilities expanded. Like walking hundreds of miles without pain, desert experiences provide new lessons and new experiences that only these times can teach us.
What desert experience has He brought into your life lately? Perhaps it is a lean time in business. Perhaps it is a new environment. Whatever it is, when God decides to bring new disciplines into our lives by bringing us into the desert, do not fear the heat that is sure to come. He is walking beside you in order to test you and find out what is really in your heart. Ask for His grace to pass the test. He wants to bring all of His children into the Promised Land."
"Has God performed a heart test on you lately? There are times in our lives when God leads us into the desert in order to let us find out what is in our heart. These times can be very difficult and humbling. They can test our mettle like no other time. Desert times often mean we are living without those things we are normally accustomed to: water, food, limited supplies-and with few comforts. In modern terms, it may mean a different environment. God is performing a very important work during these times. He wants to know if we can be obedient to Him in these times; or will we be obedient only when times are good?...
These desert times may mean experiencing new ways of provision from the Lord. Like manna from Heaven, it may mean seeing miracles we've never seen before. Like clothing that never wears out, it may mean seeing your normal capabilities expanded. Like walking hundreds of miles without pain, desert experiences provide new lessons and new experiences that only these times can teach us.
What desert experience has He brought into your life lately? Perhaps it is a lean time in business. Perhaps it is a new environment. Whatever it is, when God decides to bring new disciplines into our lives by bringing us into the desert, do not fear the heat that is sure to come. He is walking beside you in order to test you and find out what is really in your heart. Ask for His grace to pass the test. He wants to bring all of His children into the Promised Land."
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Easter Sunday
I know this is late but I am hoping that I have the time to sit here and write.
Ever since I found out my expected due date, which was the 14th of April, I always thought of how cool it would be to have my baby on the 16th. To have my Son on the day in which we celebrated the rising of God's Son.
Well, it happened. My son came into the world on the day in which we celebrated the rising of our Lord. Cooper was born at 6:40am. Phil said it was cool cause as he was born the sun was just rising. The sun had rose just seconds before our little boy came into this world. I remember looking outside and seeing the sun shining. A day that was rainy as we checked into the hospital early that morning had given away to the glory of the sun. I do remember as he was born looking outside and seeing the sun and when he was placed on my chest feeling a overwhelming sense of peace come from within me. How perfect this moment felt. I couldn't have asked for more.
I felt really blessed to have my son come into the world on this day. I don't even know if I can put what I feel or how I felt into words that would do it justice. I could definitely feel God's presence and that in itself was enough to make me feel calm and peaceful. My son was just looking around, laying in my arms. He is perfect. Absolutely perfect. All his fingers and toes. Skin was beautiful. Man were we blessed.
I will never forget the feeling I had.
As a friend jokingly put it, "The tomb is empty and the womb is empty" (he has an interesting sense of humor!) talking about the birth of my boy.
I couldn't have thought of a better gift to receive on Eater then my son. Besides Jesus rising again. Cooper didn't come in a little blue basket with Easter confetti or chocolate but man is he the most perfect gift I could ever ask for.
Ever since I found out my expected due date, which was the 14th of April, I always thought of how cool it would be to have my baby on the 16th. To have my Son on the day in which we celebrated the rising of God's Son.
Well, it happened. My son came into the world on the day in which we celebrated the rising of our Lord. Cooper was born at 6:40am. Phil said it was cool cause as he was born the sun was just rising. The sun had rose just seconds before our little boy came into this world. I remember looking outside and seeing the sun shining. A day that was rainy as we checked into the hospital early that morning had given away to the glory of the sun. I do remember as he was born looking outside and seeing the sun and when he was placed on my chest feeling a overwhelming sense of peace come from within me. How perfect this moment felt. I couldn't have asked for more.
I felt really blessed to have my son come into the world on this day. I don't even know if I can put what I feel or how I felt into words that would do it justice. I could definitely feel God's presence and that in itself was enough to make me feel calm and peaceful. My son was just looking around, laying in my arms. He is perfect. Absolutely perfect. All his fingers and toes. Skin was beautiful. Man were we blessed.
I will never forget the feeling I had.
As a friend jokingly put it, "The tomb is empty and the womb is empty" (he has an interesting sense of humor!) talking about the birth of my boy.
I couldn't have thought of a better gift to receive on Eater then my son. Besides Jesus rising again. Cooper didn't come in a little blue basket with Easter confetti or chocolate but man is he the most perfect gift I could ever ask for.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Amazed...Yet again.
As I sit here waiting for my son to try to fall asleep so that I can nap too I start to think about God. How amazing he is. How utterly cool He is.
I look at my little boy and am amazed at the gift He has given me. The life that He created within me so perfect and precious. How He can create such a beautiful gift and trust me enough and know that I am worthy enough to be blessed with it.
Yes, times are tough. Hard to adjust to having a baby around. Add the adjustment on top of all the other stuff that has been happening in the last few months and it can feel pretty darn overwhelming.
In my heart I have the faith in God and I believe that He will pull us through each step as we go. That if it wasn't for His mercy and grace there is no way we would be where we are now. It is only Him that keeps us going. From day to day, month to month. Yet my mind and my fear play with me. I start to worry. I cry. I breakdown. I know that He will pull us through so why the heck am I worrying? Human nature I guess.
I always wanted to be able to provide so much for my child. To do this and that. To live in my own home. But when I look into Coopers eyes while he stares back at me my heart melts. He isn't going to care if we own a house or not. Isn't going to care whether or not he gets to go to Disneyland. He is going to know love and that is what matters. Unending, overwhelming love and support. That is all he needs. That is what he will remember.
I catch myself crying when I look at him cause I just feel so blessed and am so thankful that God has graced us with such a wonderful, perfect and handsome son. I would go to the ends of the earth for this little boy. Jesus did it for me too.
I look around and I see what we have and I am amazed again. A roof over our head, food in our bellies and people who love us. That is really all we need too. God know what we need and when we will need it and He is giving that to us each and every day.
It totally amazes me at how powerful and awesome He really is.
My little angel needs to be cuddled so it is time for me to go.
Thank you God for being who You are and for blessing me in all I do. Thank you for Cooper, for Phil and for friends and family. Thank you for Your Son.
I look at my little boy and am amazed at the gift He has given me. The life that He created within me so perfect and precious. How He can create such a beautiful gift and trust me enough and know that I am worthy enough to be blessed with it.
Yes, times are tough. Hard to adjust to having a baby around. Add the adjustment on top of all the other stuff that has been happening in the last few months and it can feel pretty darn overwhelming.
In my heart I have the faith in God and I believe that He will pull us through each step as we go. That if it wasn't for His mercy and grace there is no way we would be where we are now. It is only Him that keeps us going. From day to day, month to month. Yet my mind and my fear play with me. I start to worry. I cry. I breakdown. I know that He will pull us through so why the heck am I worrying? Human nature I guess.
I always wanted to be able to provide so much for my child. To do this and that. To live in my own home. But when I look into Coopers eyes while he stares back at me my heart melts. He isn't going to care if we own a house or not. Isn't going to care whether or not he gets to go to Disneyland. He is going to know love and that is what matters. Unending, overwhelming love and support. That is all he needs. That is what he will remember.
I catch myself crying when I look at him cause I just feel so blessed and am so thankful that God has graced us with such a wonderful, perfect and handsome son. I would go to the ends of the earth for this little boy. Jesus did it for me too.
I look around and I see what we have and I am amazed again. A roof over our head, food in our bellies and people who love us. That is really all we need too. God know what we need and when we will need it and He is giving that to us each and every day.
It totally amazes me at how powerful and awesome He really is.
My little angel needs to be cuddled so it is time for me to go.
Thank you God for being who You are and for blessing me in all I do. Thank you for Cooper, for Phil and for friends and family. Thank you for Your Son.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
A few things I have learned
Since having a child:
1) There is NO such thing as an easy labor. Yes there is such thing as someone who has a more difficult labor then someone else but labor is the messiest and most painful thing I have so far gone through.
2) No matter how much experience you have with children it is so much more different when it is your own child that you hold in your arms.
3) I never knew I could love a human being so much. Didn't know there was enough of that unexplainable love to go around.
4) They make your schedule.
5) You go through more diapers then you'd think!
6) When he looks into my eyes my heart just melts away.
7) God does amazing things. Created such a beautiful and perfect baby.
8) I need to have the same faith in myself that God has in me.
9) Sometimes all they want is to be cuddled.
10) You never know what you will be like in a situation until you are actually there. They will test your patience without their even knowing it.
11) I am so blessed.
12) I would do anything for my son. I love him so much I would go to the ends of the Earth for him. That must have been what Jesus felt like for us.
13) You tend to be more aware driving now and more in tune to safety and if the situation is ok for your child.
14) Your anxiety level can go from 0 to 10 in seconds if you don't have him in yours arms.
15) All those hormones that built up in me the last 10 months now have to come out. You can cry over some of the stupidest things.
16) Value a hot meal when you can.
17) What goes into my body and effects me can have an even bigger effect on a breast feeding baby.
18) When help is offered take it. Learn to humble yourself to accept the handouts and the help while you can. Take a nap when you can.
I am sure there is more but right now this is what comes off the top of my head. I had a free moment and I have chosen to blog. I now see and realize what it is like to have no time. Or at least feel like it. A week old now we are still learning about one another. I will never get these moments back and even though there are times when I feel so lost and frustrated I wouldn't change it for the world. The times when I cry cause he is crying and just won't fall asleep and I don't know what to do are ones I could do without but it is worth it. Every second. Every minute is worth it. (I remind myself that through tears sometimes.)
Just some things that I thought of. I would not trade my son for anything in this world. Through the tough moments and the easier ones. When he looks at me with those big beautiful eyes my heart melts every time. Just when you think you have it figured out it changes all over again. No matter how many kids I have been around or helped to raise I tell you that it is still very different and overwhelming the first time you hold that baby in your arms. My baby. My son. Intimidating changing that first diaper, feeding that first time, craddling him in my arms. This is my little boy and there is no going back. I am responsible for a life. Scarey. But oh so worth it.
I love my son.
Oh...another one...no matter what I had laid out for a birth plan it SO doesn't mean that is what will happen. Things can change when in the moment.
1) There is NO such thing as an easy labor. Yes there is such thing as someone who has a more difficult labor then someone else but labor is the messiest and most painful thing I have so far gone through.
2) No matter how much experience you have with children it is so much more different when it is your own child that you hold in your arms.
3) I never knew I could love a human being so much. Didn't know there was enough of that unexplainable love to go around.
4) They make your schedule.
5) You go through more diapers then you'd think!
6) When he looks into my eyes my heart just melts away.
7) God does amazing things. Created such a beautiful and perfect baby.
8) I need to have the same faith in myself that God has in me.
9) Sometimes all they want is to be cuddled.
10) You never know what you will be like in a situation until you are actually there. They will test your patience without their even knowing it.
11) I am so blessed.
12) I would do anything for my son. I love him so much I would go to the ends of the Earth for him. That must have been what Jesus felt like for us.
13) You tend to be more aware driving now and more in tune to safety and if the situation is ok for your child.
14) Your anxiety level can go from 0 to 10 in seconds if you don't have him in yours arms.
15) All those hormones that built up in me the last 10 months now have to come out. You can cry over some of the stupidest things.
16) Value a hot meal when you can.
17) What goes into my body and effects me can have an even bigger effect on a breast feeding baby.
18) When help is offered take it. Learn to humble yourself to accept the handouts and the help while you can. Take a nap when you can.
I am sure there is more but right now this is what comes off the top of my head. I had a free moment and I have chosen to blog. I now see and realize what it is like to have no time. Or at least feel like it. A week old now we are still learning about one another. I will never get these moments back and even though there are times when I feel so lost and frustrated I wouldn't change it for the world. The times when I cry cause he is crying and just won't fall asleep and I don't know what to do are ones I could do without but it is worth it. Every second. Every minute is worth it. (I remind myself that through tears sometimes.)
Just some things that I thought of. I would not trade my son for anything in this world. Through the tough moments and the easier ones. When he looks at me with those big beautiful eyes my heart melts every time. Just when you think you have it figured out it changes all over again. No matter how many kids I have been around or helped to raise I tell you that it is still very different and overwhelming the first time you hold that baby in your arms. My baby. My son. Intimidating changing that first diaper, feeding that first time, craddling him in my arms. This is my little boy and there is no going back. I am responsible for a life. Scarey. But oh so worth it.
I love my son.
Oh...another one...no matter what I had laid out for a birth plan it SO doesn't mean that is what will happen. Things can change when in the moment.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Never even thought......
About what I ate and the fact that it would be transferred to the baby.
Poor Cooper was so gassy last night. We got 2 hours of sleep. It was the roughest night of my life. I was putting my poor baby boy through all that pain because I didn't even think about something effecting him. I felt like I failed my little boy. Not sure if it was just my own thought patterns or that of the enemy but they were there and they were strong.
The tears just wouldn't stop. Phil got up with me and was there for me to just talk to when I needed it. He figured that he should be up too if I was up. I lucked out on such a great husband there!
Six o'clock this morning we made a trip out to Save on to get Ovol. On the advice of labor and delivery. I called them three times last night just freaked out and wondering what to do.
A friend came by today and watched Cooper and let me sleep. I felt guilty and bad walking away from him but she told me to go. I have friends that are keeping me in their prayers and thoughts as well and knowing that keeps me somewhat sane.
I swear I am never eating out again! Got to watch what I eat.
My mother in law printed us up a sheet that told us the different types of gassy foods that could effect baby. I was surprised at some of them! I tell ya!
Well, my little man is getting a little fussy. Time for a change of diaper then to try another feeding.
Please keep us in your prayers. Funny, you don't realize how tough it is until you are in this situation. I cried over a soother being used cause I don't like them but it calmed him down. Offered me piece of mind for a bit once I started getting over it.
Praying for sleep...
Poor Cooper was so gassy last night. We got 2 hours of sleep. It was the roughest night of my life. I was putting my poor baby boy through all that pain because I didn't even think about something effecting him. I felt like I failed my little boy. Not sure if it was just my own thought patterns or that of the enemy but they were there and they were strong.
The tears just wouldn't stop. Phil got up with me and was there for me to just talk to when I needed it. He figured that he should be up too if I was up. I lucked out on such a great husband there!
Six o'clock this morning we made a trip out to Save on to get Ovol. On the advice of labor and delivery. I called them three times last night just freaked out and wondering what to do.
A friend came by today and watched Cooper and let me sleep. I felt guilty and bad walking away from him but she told me to go. I have friends that are keeping me in their prayers and thoughts as well and knowing that keeps me somewhat sane.
I swear I am never eating out again! Got to watch what I eat.
My mother in law printed us up a sheet that told us the different types of gassy foods that could effect baby. I was surprised at some of them! I tell ya!
Well, my little man is getting a little fussy. Time for a change of diaper then to try another feeding.
Please keep us in your prayers. Funny, you don't realize how tough it is until you are in this situation. I cried over a soother being used cause I don't like them but it calmed him down. Offered me piece of mind for a bit once I started getting over it.
Praying for sleep...
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Cooper
More pictures on his website.
SOme of the pictures are large. Too tired to figure out how to size them. hehe.
SOme of the pictures are large. Too tired to figure out how to size them. hehe.
He's Here!!
Introducing:COOPER LUKE WISHART
Born: April 16, 2006
6:40 am
Weight: 7lbs 7oz
Length: 19.5"
Proud Parents: Phil & Misty Wishart
My Birth Story:
Some of you may know that for the last month or so I had been having contractions. Being a first time mom, I never knew if it was "it" or not. I had done many trips to labor and delivery (L&D) worried about baby or whether or not it was it. Each time I was sent away disappointed and feeling failure in my heart. Many times with no progression and being sent home hurt. Just never knowing what labor would feel like and if I would know or not.
Last Monday the 10th I had an appointment with my doctor. Who I LOVED by the way, she was so awesome through all of this. She wanted to help make the possibility of labor progress. After more then three weeks with contractions and painful hips and just being plain miserable she decided to strip my membranes. She told me that I could go into labor either that night or the next day. I was still at three cms. Didn't go into labor. Was getting really uncomfortable and it was all starting to just feel like it would never end. Like there was no more hope.
Went into L&D on Wednesday thinking that the contractions and the feelings that I was having could mean that I was in labor. Got checked. Nope. Sent home again. No difference, same ol' same ol'.
On Saturday night around 10:30/11:00 I tried to go to bed. Trying to ignore the contractions. Couldn't get comfortable at all. No matter what position I laid in. So I got up and came to the computer. The contractions weren't going away and they were feeling so much more different then they did any other time. So I started to time them on the computer with a contraction log generator. They started out at 10 - 8 minutes apart. I tried to have a bath and it still didn't go away. Got worse. Some of them I almost cried. Let Phil sleep though. I wasn't about to wake him for yet another false alarm. Another pointless trip to L&D.
The contractions got to 3-4 minutes apart decided that I probably should phone L&D. They told me to come in. Hesitantly I agreed and woke Phil. Went in and they monitored me. The contractions showed up really intense. They checked me and said that I was still only 3cms. I looked at Phil and cried. Saying that this was totally different. This couldn't be another false alarm. I was ready to kill the nurse. Due to the intensity of the contractions she this time she told me to try walking around for a bit. I walked for 45 minutes. Doubling over a lot. Phil was so awesome and supportive, every step of the way. I couldn't have asked for more. We went back to get monitored. She checked me again and said, you are 6cms. We better get a room for you.
YES!! I knew it! This was it. They put me into a delivery room and I went straight for the shower where I spent 20 minutes, although it felt like hours, and then was checked again and was now 8cms. Moved to the room on the birthing ball and in 20 minutes went to 9.5cms. Nurse moved me to the bed and the next thing I knew it was time.
20 minutes of pushing and my little man came right into the world. He came so fast that the doctor didn't make it. The nurse had turned to grab new gloves and she missed Cooper coming out. He looked so awesome. Cord was around his neck but he was healthy. I took gas. I swore I wouldn't use anything but I was asking for the drugs. But Cooper came too fast. The gas did the trick and I didn't have time for anything else!
He is such a good baby. Barely cries. Blue eyes. Feeding is coming along. Slowly but we are both learning so we keep perusing. He sleeps well. He is absolutely perfect. My little angel.
I am sure this got too long but what can you do? Oh well. I am so glad that he is here and I am so amazed that I can love a little man so much. God has given us a great gift. I can't believe it. Feels so surreal. So precious. More may come later. Still wrapping my brain around all this new stuff.
Thank God for such a beautiful gift. On the day that we celebrate the rising of God's Son I got to bring my own into the world. Amazing...
Friday, April 14, 2006
Countdown complete
So...the countdown is now complete. My little man is due today. Having a tough time sleeping. There seems to be signs that yes he may be coming but then I have my hopes shattered a little. I am impatient, yes, and there are 21 hours left in the day. Rarely are first time moms right on time. Rarely are any moms right on time.
I have been emotional and physically exhausted. I understand that this baby will come with God's timing. Not mine. Not Phil's. God's. I just pray that it is soon. I can't believe the overwhelming power of just wanting the baby safe in my arms. I want to look down into the little face of this gift God has given us. I want to see his little eyes, nose, toes, fingers, you name it. Sometimes I will catch myself being all hormonal and just staring off into space with a smile on my face while this little guy rolls within me. With a hand on my belly I imagine what he will look like. How long he will be. Will he have his father's eyes? Lots of hair? His mom's nose? I just can't wait to see and touch the gift from God that I have been so graciously blessed with.
So, the countdown complete and I wait. Waiting for His timing. Waiting for His gift. Kinda like Christmas morning.
This week as I think about the Savior that died for us I think about how blessed I am, we are, to be so forgiven. To be so chosen. To live with love and within His mercy because Jesus gave His life for ours. I think of how cool it will be to bring a child into this world with the thoughts of the One special child that God brought into this world to die for our sins. How Jesus never stepped away from that responsibility. That He was faithful to our Father.
Thank you Lord for this gift. I wait with anticipation to "open" it. With a little bit of fear as well, well sometimes a lot, but I know that if He can trust me to do this then I need to have the faith in myself as well.
I have been emotional and physically exhausted. I understand that this baby will come with God's timing. Not mine. Not Phil's. God's. I just pray that it is soon. I can't believe the overwhelming power of just wanting the baby safe in my arms. I want to look down into the little face of this gift God has given us. I want to see his little eyes, nose, toes, fingers, you name it. Sometimes I will catch myself being all hormonal and just staring off into space with a smile on my face while this little guy rolls within me. With a hand on my belly I imagine what he will look like. How long he will be. Will he have his father's eyes? Lots of hair? His mom's nose? I just can't wait to see and touch the gift from God that I have been so graciously blessed with.
So, the countdown complete and I wait. Waiting for His timing. Waiting for His gift. Kinda like Christmas morning.
This week as I think about the Savior that died for us I think about how blessed I am, we are, to be so forgiven. To be so chosen. To live with love and within His mercy because Jesus gave His life for ours. I think of how cool it will be to bring a child into this world with the thoughts of the One special child that God brought into this world to die for our sins. How Jesus never stepped away from that responsibility. That He was faithful to our Father.
Thank you Lord for this gift. I wait with anticipation to "open" it. With a little bit of fear as well, well sometimes a lot, but I know that if He can trust me to do this then I need to have the faith in myself as well.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Saturday, April 08, 2006
I am REALLY bored
Today is such a lazy day. I don't know if it is just because I am feeling bummed out or what.
My back is achy and I am getting some really sharp pains but haven't timed anything. Don't want to get my hopes up. I just am tired of waiting now! I want my son!
I went back to bed today. Last night could barely sleep cause by back was so sore and I felt like I was going to throw up. Still feel that way.
So, playing some online games. I am feeling annoyed with the neighbor. Don't know which neighbor it is but the bass that is coming from their stereo is really starting to piss me off. Trying to ignore it.
Been pretty emotional and cranky the last couple days.
Part of me doesn't even want to go to church. How bad is that? I just don't want to be asked, you're still pregnant? I think that is a funny question. But we all know what would happen if I don't and then show up still pregnant the next week. I know everyone means well and that is great but feeling as emotional as I am I am not sure I can take it. I want to see my baby as bad as they do.
Is it wrong that I am praying that this baby comes sometime today? Sometime before Monday? At least the baby has dropped and I do notice that the belly actually, to me, looks more like an egg then a basketball.
Maybe I will go for a walk actually...
My back is achy and I am getting some really sharp pains but haven't timed anything. Don't want to get my hopes up. I just am tired of waiting now! I want my son!
I went back to bed today. Last night could barely sleep cause by back was so sore and I felt like I was going to throw up. Still feel that way.
So, playing some online games. I am feeling annoyed with the neighbor. Don't know which neighbor it is but the bass that is coming from their stereo is really starting to piss me off. Trying to ignore it.
Been pretty emotional and cranky the last couple days.
Part of me doesn't even want to go to church. How bad is that? I just don't want to be asked, you're still pregnant? I think that is a funny question. But we all know what would happen if I don't and then show up still pregnant the next week. I know everyone means well and that is great but feeling as emotional as I am I am not sure I can take it. I want to see my baby as bad as they do.
Is it wrong that I am praying that this baby comes sometime today? Sometime before Monday? At least the baby has dropped and I do notice that the belly actually, to me, looks more like an egg then a basketball.
Maybe I will go for a walk actually...
Friday, April 07, 2006
Strange Beeping Noise?
So just a minute ago there was this beeping noise. Phil and I looked at one another and we were wondering where it was coming from. We were thinking the TV then the next thing I knew Phil smiled. I said, oh - your phone. Got up and sure enough it is the alarm on his phone. The reminder that was set to go off ONE WEEK (Oh my gosh) before our little boy was due. So the phone is flashing and I see the baby's name - which I will not say until he is here so no asking!! ;p and making this beeping noise!
He told me a while ago that he wasn't going to let panic set in until that alarm went off. So I asked him, you panicking now. He didn't say anything.
A minute goes by, I look at him and he looks at me and says, "CRAP!"
Ok...this house may become nuts (more then usual) over the next couple days. Let's hope it's not weeks!
Doctors appointment yesterday showed that his little head has finally dropped! Yeah!! Not to mention mommy has been so emotional and just flying off the handle. Sigh...I am going to go back to bed. Get sleep while I can!
AHHHHH!!!!!!!! Beep, beep, beeeeeeepppppppppp............
He told me a while ago that he wasn't going to let panic set in until that alarm went off. So I asked him, you panicking now. He didn't say anything.
A minute goes by, I look at him and he looks at me and says, "CRAP!"
Ok...this house may become nuts (more then usual) over the next couple days. Let's hope it's not weeks!
Doctors appointment yesterday showed that his little head has finally dropped! Yeah!! Not to mention mommy has been so emotional and just flying off the handle. Sigh...I am going to go back to bed. Get sleep while I can!
AHHHHH!!!!!!!! Beep, beep, beeeeeeepppppppppp............
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Baby First Aid Kit?
Something this over-prepared person didn't even really think about!!
I was reading a post from one of the new mothers on a pregnancy forum that I go to regularly. I am a person that usually prepares for things. Or tries at least. One thing this pregnancy has taught me is that I can't prepare or plan everything. Well, the only thing I can is the doctors appointment times. That is about it.
This mom had brought her baby home for the first night last night. I know people are preparing me to understand that the full nights sleep are soon to be over. But holy! This poor mom! Not only are you a first time mom but then this...
The baby got like no sleep and early this morning he woke up screaming like a banshee. They went to change him and noticed that somehow the umbilical cord had started to rip away from the belly button and was bleeding like crazy. That would have been enough for me to go flying to the ER. She called maternity and the doctor told her to bandage it up and clean it. She said that she didn't get the baby first aid kit that she registered for so it was a search through the first aid kit that was in her car. They made do. Found what they needed.
As I was reading this I was in tears. Another thing for me to think about! So I went to my first aid kit and pulled things out that I think might be useful. I used to have an awesome first aid kit but it was stolen when my old car was broken into and I just haven't replaced it because it would cost over $100. There are some things I am sure that I need to make this supply for baby "proper" but the funds aren't there right now. I am not whining. I am just surprised that I didn't even think of that. Didn't think to be prepared.
I am so scared to be a mom but at the same time I wouldn't trade it for anything. What if he won't stop crying? What if I don't bath him right? Put him to bed right? What if his umbilical cord rips? How do I clean that? What do I do for him once he is circumcised? So many questions. I am allowing myself to think through them at this point in time but I will try to let it go or else I will go nuts.
A baby first aid kit. Never thought of that. That in itself surprises me. I am first aid trained and know CPR and stuff but just the fact that I didn't even think about this is giving me a kind of reality check that I can't be prepared for everything. That I won't be prepared for everything.
Ok....Freaking out a little!
So many questions. So many what if's. I am sure my friends need to be prepared for an over anxious freaked out hormonal mom to be giving them calls! I know I am blowing this out of proportion but still. I am hormonal!!
I just hope I can do this. I need to see the faith in myself that God sees in me. I know that He will help me along. But man! Am I scared!
I was reading a post from one of the new mothers on a pregnancy forum that I go to regularly. I am a person that usually prepares for things. Or tries at least. One thing this pregnancy has taught me is that I can't prepare or plan everything. Well, the only thing I can is the doctors appointment times. That is about it.
This mom had brought her baby home for the first night last night. I know people are preparing me to understand that the full nights sleep are soon to be over. But holy! This poor mom! Not only are you a first time mom but then this...
The baby got like no sleep and early this morning he woke up screaming like a banshee. They went to change him and noticed that somehow the umbilical cord had started to rip away from the belly button and was bleeding like crazy. That would have been enough for me to go flying to the ER. She called maternity and the doctor told her to bandage it up and clean it. She said that she didn't get the baby first aid kit that she registered for so it was a search through the first aid kit that was in her car. They made do. Found what they needed.
As I was reading this I was in tears. Another thing for me to think about! So I went to my first aid kit and pulled things out that I think might be useful. I used to have an awesome first aid kit but it was stolen when my old car was broken into and I just haven't replaced it because it would cost over $100. There are some things I am sure that I need to make this supply for baby "proper" but the funds aren't there right now. I am not whining. I am just surprised that I didn't even think of that. Didn't think to be prepared.
I am so scared to be a mom but at the same time I wouldn't trade it for anything. What if he won't stop crying? What if I don't bath him right? Put him to bed right? What if his umbilical cord rips? How do I clean that? What do I do for him once he is circumcised? So many questions. I am allowing myself to think through them at this point in time but I will try to let it go or else I will go nuts.
A baby first aid kit. Never thought of that. That in itself surprises me. I am first aid trained and know CPR and stuff but just the fact that I didn't even think about this is giving me a kind of reality check that I can't be prepared for everything. That I won't be prepared for everything.
Ok....Freaking out a little!
So many questions. So many what if's. I am sure my friends need to be prepared for an over anxious freaked out hormonal mom to be giving them calls! I know I am blowing this out of proportion but still. I am hormonal!!
I just hope I can do this. I need to see the faith in myself that God sees in me. I know that He will help me along. But man! Am I scared!
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
SINGLE DIGITS!!!
Oh my gosh!! I am now down to the single digits! Nine - 9!! - days until my due date. Nine days until LB should be here! Although I am really starting to think that this little guy just may be late. I think he is too content where he is. No real painful contractions or nothin right now.
Lord...is it really almost time!
Oh my gosh!! I am going to be a mommy real soon. That scares me!!
Lord...help me to be a good mommy.
Lord...please let me have a safe delivery and let the baby be healthy.
The worrying is there...
Lord...is it really almost time!
Oh my gosh!! I am going to be a mommy real soon. That scares me!!
Lord...help me to be a good mommy.
Lord...please let me have a safe delivery and let the baby be healthy.
The worrying is there...
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
A Blessing and a Gift
*WARNING* With this post being written by a nine and a half (and there is such a thing) month, hormonal pregnant person it may come across pretty sappy. It is totally from the heart though. So, with that being said; those of you who don't like sappy things stop here. (hehehe)
This is about my husband. I think that he is one of the greatest blessings that God has ever given me. God has blessed our life, to the point where I notice each and every thing more and more each day. But I must say that one of the greatest blessings He could have ever given me comes in the form of my husband Phil.
Yesterday morning at one am I awoke to the freakiest feeling ever. I was laying on my side, the only position comfortable this late into the pregnancy, when my mind started to play tricks on me. Laying there I felt like I was hallucinating. My arms felt like they were as big as my head and my fingers felt like they were these huge sausages. The room was bouncing in front of me. I tried re-closing my eyes only to have the sensation feel even worse. Tried opening them and still the feeling didn't pass. I lied there trying to fight it for almost twenty minutes. I lifted my head off the pillow and felt like I was about to throw up or pass out. So laying my head back down I cried out to Phil. Sound asleep next to me I kept whispering his name. The feeling intensified so I had enough and just said his name out loud he woke up and asked what was going on. I explained it. He suggested going to the hospital. I cried. That was the last thing I wanted to do. I had been there enough lately. It wasn't labor but whatever it was kept freaking me out. He let it go for another five minutes or so, asked how I was and when I said no change he suggested at least calling L&D. (labor and delivery) So he got up and got my phone. I called and explained what was going on hoping she could give me a home remedy of sorts to get through it. She said, "I can't make you come in but I highly suggest it because it sounds like high blood pressure." They wanted to make sure mom and baby were ok. I tell you...if I wasn't pregnant and had a little life to be concerned about I would have stayed home. So, once again...we got dressed and headed to L&D. I was scared. Phil was my rock. Held my hand, guided me every step of the way.
Here he was as tired as me and yet he went into this mode where the only thing that mattered was me and his son. Went up to L&D and they set up the machine. My BP was ok. The baby wasn't moving as much as they would like him to be though. So we tried the apple juice and it didn't wake him. I told her to get some really cold water and that would do it. The room was spinning all around me. I felt like I was going to throw up. The nurse walked in with the water and I drank it. Minutes later he was moving and although I couldn't feel it the monitor showed it. She was amazed.
Now, because they still couldn't figure out what was happening they called my doctor and she suggested giving me a sleeping pill and she would come by in the morning. The nurse came in and gave me my pill. Said that they will let Phil stay in the room with me. I got a private room and Phil set up my bed as well as the cot that he was given to sleep on. Laying on the bed I didn't feel the effects of the pill, baby did cause he was out.
So here is my husband trying to get comfortable on the cot reaching for my hand to reassure me. Holding my hand as I fell off to sleep. Concerned about me every step of the way. In the morning he would just look into my eyes and talk to me. The dizziness and the feeling in my arms still there he would say my name. "Misty..." to get me to focus on something else. I would look into his eyes and he would keep talking to me and keep me focused on him. Not on what was going on.
Long story longer...my doc didn't show up and Phil had to leave due to prior arrangements. I could see the hurt in his eyes as he let go of my hand. He lingered at the door said he was sorry and came back over for a kiss. He had called someone to relieve him and he said that was the only reason why he was leaving. I told him to go. It was ok. I was fine and the doctor would be here soon. He left, only to come right back and give me a hug and apologize again.
(It ended up being something viral and I totally feel like an ass for going in...)
I am just amazed at this man that God has blessed my life with. To think too that I am privledged enough to receive this man as a gift from above and even to have his child. Another blessing and another gift that God, for some reason, thinks that I am worthy of. I thank Him every day. Phil and I have been together for 8 years next month and married for 5 in September. I wouldn't trade one day with him for anything. I wouldn't trade this baby for anything. I still get giddy when I see Phil. My heart still does a little dance when he looks me in the eyes and says he loves me. I still crave his hand in my own. God made us ever so uniquely and in my eyes he broke the mold with Phil. Phil will do anything for me. Does all he can for us and I am so thankful.
I just can't find the right words that would emphasize how appreciative I am. I just can't seem to put those words together when I tell God thank you. Lord, thank you for such an awesome blessing and gift in my life. I truly am blessed.
This is about my husband. I think that he is one of the greatest blessings that God has ever given me. God has blessed our life, to the point where I notice each and every thing more and more each day. But I must say that one of the greatest blessings He could have ever given me comes in the form of my husband Phil.
Yesterday morning at one am I awoke to the freakiest feeling ever. I was laying on my side, the only position comfortable this late into the pregnancy, when my mind started to play tricks on me. Laying there I felt like I was hallucinating. My arms felt like they were as big as my head and my fingers felt like they were these huge sausages. The room was bouncing in front of me. I tried re-closing my eyes only to have the sensation feel even worse. Tried opening them and still the feeling didn't pass. I lied there trying to fight it for almost twenty minutes. I lifted my head off the pillow and felt like I was about to throw up or pass out. So laying my head back down I cried out to Phil. Sound asleep next to me I kept whispering his name. The feeling intensified so I had enough and just said his name out loud he woke up and asked what was going on. I explained it. He suggested going to the hospital. I cried. That was the last thing I wanted to do. I had been there enough lately. It wasn't labor but whatever it was kept freaking me out. He let it go for another five minutes or so, asked how I was and when I said no change he suggested at least calling L&D. (labor and delivery) So he got up and got my phone. I called and explained what was going on hoping she could give me a home remedy of sorts to get through it. She said, "I can't make you come in but I highly suggest it because it sounds like high blood pressure." They wanted to make sure mom and baby were ok. I tell you...if I wasn't pregnant and had a little life to be concerned about I would have stayed home. So, once again...we got dressed and headed to L&D. I was scared. Phil was my rock. Held my hand, guided me every step of the way.
Here he was as tired as me and yet he went into this mode where the only thing that mattered was me and his son. Went up to L&D and they set up the machine. My BP was ok. The baby wasn't moving as much as they would like him to be though. So we tried the apple juice and it didn't wake him. I told her to get some really cold water and that would do it. The room was spinning all around me. I felt like I was going to throw up. The nurse walked in with the water and I drank it. Minutes later he was moving and although I couldn't feel it the monitor showed it. She was amazed.
Now, because they still couldn't figure out what was happening they called my doctor and she suggested giving me a sleeping pill and she would come by in the morning. The nurse came in and gave me my pill. Said that they will let Phil stay in the room with me. I got a private room and Phil set up my bed as well as the cot that he was given to sleep on. Laying on the bed I didn't feel the effects of the pill, baby did cause he was out.
So here is my husband trying to get comfortable on the cot reaching for my hand to reassure me. Holding my hand as I fell off to sleep. Concerned about me every step of the way. In the morning he would just look into my eyes and talk to me. The dizziness and the feeling in my arms still there he would say my name. "Misty..." to get me to focus on something else. I would look into his eyes and he would keep talking to me and keep me focused on him. Not on what was going on.
Long story longer...my doc didn't show up and Phil had to leave due to prior arrangements. I could see the hurt in his eyes as he let go of my hand. He lingered at the door said he was sorry and came back over for a kiss. He had called someone to relieve him and he said that was the only reason why he was leaving. I told him to go. It was ok. I was fine and the doctor would be here soon. He left, only to come right back and give me a hug and apologize again.
(It ended up being something viral and I totally feel like an ass for going in...)
I am just amazed at this man that God has blessed my life with. To think too that I am privledged enough to receive this man as a gift from above and even to have his child. Another blessing and another gift that God, for some reason, thinks that I am worthy of. I thank Him every day. Phil and I have been together for 8 years next month and married for 5 in September. I wouldn't trade one day with him for anything. I wouldn't trade this baby for anything. I still get giddy when I see Phil. My heart still does a little dance when he looks me in the eyes and says he loves me. I still crave his hand in my own. God made us ever so uniquely and in my eyes he broke the mold with Phil. Phil will do anything for me. Does all he can for us and I am so thankful.
I just can't find the right words that would emphasize how appreciative I am. I just can't seem to put those words together when I tell God thank you. Lord, thank you for such an awesome blessing and gift in my life. I truly am blessed.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
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