Two days ago my oldest daughter turned 11. We got her a cake, but we had celebrated it a couple of weeks ago with a few of her friends over for a sleepover.

Since I never posted before about her birth story, what better time than now.

It was on my 17th birthday that I had found out that I was pregnant. I never imagined in my life that I would have a baby at that age. Telling my parents was the hardest thing I had to do, surprisingly enough they were supportive, disappointed but willing to help me with whatever choice I wanted to make. Her father (whom I am NOT with) kept saying, “get rid of it” and other nasty comments like that. Once I knew I was pregnant, I knew I would keep the baby, even though I knew it would be hard, especially in school, grade 12.

My pregnancy was awful, I was sick for 7 of the 9 months. Swelled up like a balloon at the end of it and was 2 weeks late.

Finally, the day before she was born, as I was getting ready to go to school, I had the lovely bloody show. I figured hell, I know it’ll take time, but what other good reason to stay home, so I did. Labor started that night at around 8pm. I had contractions regularly throughout the night and about 4 am I went to the hospital. I was scheduled for an induction that morning if I didn’t go in labor on my own so the nurses had the room booked for me. In I went. I was hooked up to the monitor and was checked, I was 5cm dilated. The nurse asked if I wanted pain meds and I did. So after I had demerol the labor slowed down. Great, so walk, walk and walk. Around 9am things really didn’t progress much so on the pitocin. About 20 minutes after this started, that’s when the torture began. The contractions were actually non-stop, for 2 hrs. Well of course that’s how it felt. I’m sure there were spaces but at that time, I didnt feel any break at all. I remember hearing the nurse saying, we have to stop this now, I took that as a bad sign.

Anyway, they gave me med after med and eventually I just got exhausted after all of this. At this hospital there were no epidurals so I just had demerol.

I finally was fully dilated and time to push, after 2 hrs of pushing the Dr decided to use the vacuum to assist the baby out. He put that on her head twice and it didn’t work, popped off both times. Lovely, then I remember the biggest looking salad tongs on earth…… FORCEPS! Ack! He explained it and whatnot, and then in they went and as I pushed, he pushed apart ME to try and help the baby out. OUCHFUCKINGOUCH! She finally came out after 2 1/2 hrs of pushing, she was OP with a Brow presentation, google that and see what you find.

I was told after the fact, I was lucky she’s alive considering she was a vaginal birth. I had an episiotomy too and had asked how many stitches and the Dr. told me he lost count after 50. Nice, just what I needed at 17yrs.

Anyway she weighed in at 7lbs 13oz. 22inches long. She was perfectly healthy with a lovely conehead. Good thing I had no postpartum because I would probably have freaked at sight of her head, with the blisters from the failed vacuum procedure.

When she was about 2 weeks old that when the colic started, she was colicky till she was 5 mos old. I would be up till 3 am each night walking the halls, my father and I would take turns as I studied for exams. How I made it through school and raising her I’ll attribute to my parents help, I would never have done it without them.

She’s a great kid, just had a rough start, and I’m so glad that I made the right decision almost 12 yrs ago. 🙂


The kids all know, they had some mixed reactions.

R the oldest, who is 11 tomorrow said:
“mom, are you kidding, no really, are you serious, omg, that’s insane~”

E (boy) said:
“I hope it’s a boy, I don’t want anymore stinky girls around here”

E (girl) said:
“why mom?, Why are you having another baby, we just got one.”

That was the cutest response. R is pretty much the happiest, cause she understands and whatnot, the other 2 don’t have much to say, little E (girl) told everyone she knew, her friends at school, teacher, cousins, LOL.

I also wanted to post for my own records that I am in a massive flare up of my crohns’ again. Why wouldn’t I be? Urgh, I’m on 40mg of prednisone right now, my GI wants to me stay on that dose for 3 more weeks then taper off, I’ll have a pumpkin head at the end of that! Anyway, I saw my OB on Wed, cause his office is down from the unit I worked in and gave me all the prescriptions and the rush apppointment to see the GI guy. Hey, never a dull moment in my life is all I say.

Well, we finally told the family.

My mom was happy, scared about how sick I was last time with A but happy there’s another baby on the way.

Dad, I’ll just quote what he said to my mom, “wow, everytime C walks by her with a hardon she gets pregnant”. That was too funny, nasty that dad said that, but funny. They just marvel at how fertile we are. LOL.

His Dad, YEEEEE HAAAAAH! he loves kids so I knew he wouldn’t be the worry to tell.

His MOM, “What???~!!??!” “Are you serious?” “I don’t know what to say”

I guess it’s better than her last reaction of “i think your f&&&Ing nuts”

Next step, we’re telling the kids tonight, I’ll post about what they say.

Denise from Cameron’s Corner (on my blogroll) is doing interviews, if you are interested go to her site and she’ll email you a list of 5 questions. Here are hers:

1. If money were not an issue and you had a million dollars to donate to charities, which ones would you want to donate to?
First I would donate to a sick kids charity. There’s nothing that would make me happier than to see children get better. Around the eastern part of where I live is the IWK hospital and it’s a great place for children kids with lukemia, burns, you name it.

2. Do you and the Mr worry about finances with five kids?
Hell yes, all the time, but I don’t let it consume my life. We do have a fairy decent income but really to comfortably afford 5 children is going to be tough. But hell what did people do way back when they had hardly any income and 15 kids! We’ll survive and we’ll be happy as long as we have each other and our health we’ll get through. I know it sounds corny doesn’t it!

3. What is your favorite thing to do by yourself? Sleeping does not count?
Ok, all on my own, I love to read a good book. Without interruption. Also I love to take a hot bath on my own. I’ll repeat, with no interruptions!

4. Which country would you like to visit and why?
I would love to visit Paris, France. I don’t know why, I figure it would be a place that I would much prefer to go to rather than a hot beach resort. If infact hubby and I ever get away on our own, that’s where we’d love to travel to.

5. Other then the Mr who is your biggest supporter?
I would say my parents. They’ve helped me during schooling and are helping me now when I need it most for them to care for the kids so we can both work.

Great questions Denise 🙂

Things on my to do list:

1.Take A to get her 1 yr needles. I am totally not looking forward to this. Hopefully she won’t be too upset, I’m not worried about the actual needle, it’s the after effect that clings for days.

2.I have to get a date for my u/s. This not knowing when I’m due is going to drive me silly. I really think though it’s near the end of November putting me at 8 1/2 weeks. Only 3 1/2 more weeks for the 2nd trimester to start.

3.Buy some groceries. I have to start making a decent meal around here. I have no desire to do anything, it’s really ridiculous. I’m super exhausted and need to get my butt in gear and get some much needed things done, such as make suppers, and put away laundry.

4. Stop the damn whining. There, I’ve said it, I’m a constant whiner and no one wants to read about it, and I certainly don’t want to read back in my journal and see “whine whine, bitch and complain”.

So that sums it up on my to do things. Oh my oldest is 11 on Friday. We already had a cake and a little party for her, but I’m sure I’ll get another cake so we can celebrate at home together.

I had the most uneventful weekend ever. I worked Friday night and pretty much slept all Saturday. On Friday morning I found out that my monitor for my computer wouldn’t work, so I bought a new flat screen one. Much better than what I had.

Just so tired! The nausea is pretty much non-existent, only happens in the evenings or at night shift, because I am so desparate to sleep, but I find if I eat, I feel a bit better.

Finally told a couple friends, remember the ones with the hateful remarks, well I told them the truth. In my opinion it’s pretty fuckin’ bad when you can’t be happy about an u/s to friends. The only ones that know about is the ones that read it online. One girl was a little better about it and said, awww, what’s one more, blah blah, but the other one was still an asshole. I have concluded that I’m not going to waste my time in talking to her. She is someone that I have met within the last year and could care less if I speak to her again. Asshole. Even pretend you are happy, try and keep your asshole comments to yourself, fuck I wouldn’t even say that to someone what she said to me. Oh well that’s my rant for today. I’m sure I’ll post again soon.

I saw the most beautiful thing today:

my baby, just one, with a strong heartrate of 140bpm.

All went well at the OB. Did my girly checkup and said, all looks great, he thinks I’m due roughly Nov. 20, but I need my u/s to date it for sure. He said the uterus is a great size, and baby looks great and that my chances of m/c are greatly diminished, of course not erased.

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