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a surprise birth!
Maxim came into the world today! Yep, today! 12:13 am on a full moon.
He weight in at 9 pounds 12 ounces, and I forget his length (but it's pretty long). He's a big boy! The birth story, plus gory details... ;-) I was supposed to go in on Monday to see an OB and possibly get started on an induction. This OB is supposed to be a low interventionist type, but he was afraid that the baby was too large for me to deliver vaginally, so he told me to go straight to the hospital and they would get started. The plan was to place something beside the cervix and get it going that way, if possible, and then switch to oxytocin the next day if necessary. Well... I got to the hospital, went to the washroom, and my water broke right there while I was sitting on the toilet. Heh heh, oops. ;-) The OB hadn't even arrived, yet (he wasn't going to get there until noon and we were there at around 10:30ish am). My water broke at 11:40am. That started the clock ticking. Maybe a half an hour after that, I started having contractions. They went on for a good couple of hours, and then the OB *finally* showed up ;-) and said that they would start oxytocin anyway, just to get things moving a little faster. I agreed to a low dose, not knowing what this would do. (turns out that it didn't really do anything but make the contractions come a little faster and last a little longer - intensity wasn't really affected, that I could tell). So they hooked me up, and away everyone went. I sent DH home for more stuff (we had brought stuff, just in case, but not everything), which was a mistake. I should have told him to call the midwife first, and then go, because being alone was a bad idea. Since DH had to rely on public transportation, it took him FOR EVER to finally come back, and by then I was really starting to have noticeable (i.e. couldn't talk through) contractions. Also, they had just finished doing an emergency c-section on some poor woman who had a 2 hour, yes a 2 hour labour - she went from start to 10 cm in two hours, and had a breech baby. That woman screamed more than her kid did. Each and every scream was full of nothing but begging and pleading for them to just knock her out. Also, some girl showed up and was crying because she thought she was losing her baby. Oh, and then there were the premature twins who had to be airlifted away... Yes, I was *really* upset that no one was there with me! I had no idea that I would progress so quickly. They had me hooked up to monitors, and it was only supposed to be temporary. However, when that poor 2 hour labour woman showed up, they called *all* of the nurses in the area away, including mine, who never came back. I was sitting there, wondering what the hell to do. I desperately wanted to get up and phone DH (the phone was in the middle of the room, and this was a big room). Eventually, I just unhooked myself, found someone to help me unplug my stupid IV machine (it was plugged into the wall because the battery was dead, and I couldn't reach the cord without tugging on stuff), and phoned DH. Turns out that he was right at the hospital entrance, which was a relief. It also turned out that my nurse was glad that I simply unhooked myself. She was worried about me, but she couldn't leave the other woman, who was definitely not doing very well at that time. Well anyway, once DH was there, he *never* left again. ;-) I wouldn't let him. We also called the midwife, who showed up and was great. I told them that I had decided to go for the epidural (as I'm sure people here guessed I would do). This was one weird thing... They wouldn't set it up in advance. The anesthesiologists prefer to be notified in advance, but I guess the people on call that day (i.e. my nurse, in particular, and to some extent my midwife) wouldn't notify them. My contractions started getting pretty bad, and I started becoming more insistent about getting the epidural. The nurse told me that they *always* do nubain first, so I said "Fine, do it and get it over with." They did it, it had zero effect, but it did at least make me groggy between contractions (not that that helped, mind you). I started to become pretty bitchy about that epidural. My contractions were requiring very much of my attention, I was tired, and I was simply uninterested in experiencing this pain. I wasn't ready. They kept getting bitchy back towards me, though, sometimes even including DH (I wasn't sure why, since he had promised to be my advocate - I'll have to have a talk with him when we're both a little less tired). Well luckily for me, a shift change eventually occurred, and the new nurse set everything up right away. In fact, she was ticked that the other nurse hadn't set things up, and she promised to investigate. I got bitchy towards this new nurse, too, and she was *really* bitchy right back. ;-) I didn't really mind, though, because I wasn't behaving normally and no one deserved to have me speaking to them so viciously. Anyway, the anesthesiologist showed up, did his thing, and life suddenly changed completely for me. My contractions were previously of the type where I was making very high pitched noises and was breathing very heavily and rapidly through them, squeezing DH's hand the whole while and squinting my eyes shut (so that I could focus on absolutely nothing), but once that epidural kicked in, I no longer felt the pain of the contractions. The epidural actually didn't work 100%, but I actually found that to be a good thing. I could still feel pain on the right labia, so I knew everything that was going on. I lost all urge to push, though there was no guarantee that I would have had it in the first place. I pushed voluntarily, and after 12 hours of labour (maybe 40ish minutes of pushing), Max came flying out. I had a lot of tearing and an episiotomy. I had not wanted an episiotomy, but the OB was certain that I would tear very badly otherwise, so I figured that I would get the episiotomy on the dead side. ;-) Now, of course, it's the episiotomy that bugs me the most. My midwife told me afterwards that she would have gone for the episiotomy, too, which kind of surprised me. I started tearing in a really bad, *sensitive* spot, ahem... That might be why they suggested the episiotomy. I ended up with one stitch in that sensitive spot. :-( I had no problems with my pubic bone! However, the symptoms from before are ongoing, but they are less of a problem now that there isn't a zillion pounds of baby there. ;-) Max is a big boy, and the placenta apparently wasn't far behind him in size and weight. So Max is doing really well. He's a generally very quiet and content baby who is happy to look at the world (with the odd look of disgust, which is funny as heck). He only cries when he has a dirty diaper, when someone is disturbing him (like by giving him a bath or trying to dress him), or when he is cold. He doesn't cry when hungry (maybe it's just because I recognize the signals, so I always catch him before he cries). He *loves* to look out windows, but he hates bright lights. He is a real sweetie. We love him like crazy. I will have some pics of him he http://individual.utoronto.ca/taz I was going to put pics up right away, but I'm too tired. It will have to wait until tomorrow, likely. There will be stuff there, though. I promise. :-) He's too cute to keep to ourselves, so we have to share some pics. |
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Haven't even read your story yet but YEA!!!!!
"Vicky Bilaniuk" wrote in message . .. Maxim came into the world today! Yep, today! 12:13 am on a full moon. He weight in at 9 pounds 12 ounces, and I forget his length (but it's pretty long). He's a big boy! The birth story, plus gory details... ;-) I was supposed to go in on Monday to see an OB and possibly get started on an induction. This OB is supposed to be a low interventionist type, but he was afraid that the baby was too large for me to deliver vaginally, so he told me to go straight to the hospital and they would get started. The plan was to place something beside the cervix and get it going that way, if possible, and then switch to oxytocin the next day if necessary. Well... I got to the hospital, went to the washroom, and my water broke right there while I was sitting on the toilet. Heh heh, oops. ;-) The OB hadn't even arrived, yet (he wasn't going to get there until noon and we were there at around 10:30ish am). My water broke at 11:40am. That started the clock ticking. Maybe a half an hour after that, I started having contractions. They went on for a good couple of hours, and then the OB *finally* showed up ;-) and said that they would start oxytocin anyway, just to get things moving a little faster. I agreed to a low dose, not knowing what this would do. (turns out that it didn't really do anything but make the contractions come a little faster and last a little longer - intensity wasn't really affected, that I could tell). So they hooked me up, and away everyone went. I sent DH home for more stuff (we had brought stuff, just in case, but not everything), which was a mistake. I should have told him to call the midwife first, and then go, because being alone was a bad idea. Since DH had to rely on public transportation, it took him FOR EVER to finally come back, and by then I was really starting to have noticeable (i.e. couldn't talk through) contractions. Also, they had just finished doing an emergency c-section on some poor woman who had a 2 hour, yes a 2 hour labour - she went from start to 10 cm in two hours, and had a breech baby. That woman screamed more than her kid did. Each and every scream was full of nothing but begging and pleading for them to just knock her out. Also, some girl showed up and was crying because she thought she was losing her baby. Oh, and then there were the premature twins who had to be airlifted away... Yes, I was *really* upset that no one was there with me! I had no idea that I would progress so quickly. They had me hooked up to monitors, and it was only supposed to be temporary. However, when that poor 2 hour labour woman showed up, they called *all* of the nurses in the area away, including mine, who never came back. I was sitting there, wondering what the hell to do. I desperately wanted to get up and phone DH (the phone was in the middle of the room, and this was a big room). Eventually, I just unhooked myself, found someone to help me unplug my stupid IV machine (it was plugged into the wall because the battery was dead, and I couldn't reach the cord without tugging on stuff), and phoned DH. Turns out that he was right at the hospital entrance, which was a relief. It also turned out that my nurse was glad that I simply unhooked myself. She was worried about me, but she couldn't leave the other woman, who was definitely not doing very well at that time. Well anyway, once DH was there, he *never* left again. ;-) I wouldn't let him. We also called the midwife, who showed up and was great. I told them that I had decided to go for the epidural (as I'm sure people here guessed I would do). This was one weird thing... They wouldn't set it up in advance. The anesthesiologists prefer to be notified in advance, but I guess the people on call that day (i.e. my nurse, in particular, and to some extent my midwife) wouldn't notify them. My contractions started getting pretty bad, and I started becoming more insistent about getting the epidural. The nurse told me that they *always* do nubain first, so I said "Fine, do it and get it over with." They did it, it had zero effect, but it did at least make me groggy between contractions (not that that helped, mind you). I started to become pretty bitchy about that epidural. My contractions were requiring very much of my attention, I was tired, and I was simply uninterested in experiencing this pain. I wasn't ready. They kept getting bitchy back towards me, though, sometimes even including DH (I wasn't sure why, since he had promised to be my advocate - I'll have to have a talk with him when we're both a little less tired). Well luckily for me, a shift change eventually occurred, and the new nurse set everything up right away. In fact, she was ticked that the other nurse hadn't set things up, and she promised to investigate. I got bitchy towards this new nurse, too, and she was *really* bitchy right back. ;-) I didn't really mind, though, because I wasn't behaving normally and no one deserved to have me speaking to them so viciously. Anyway, the anesthesiologist showed up, did his thing, and life suddenly changed completely for me. My contractions were previously of the type where I was making very high pitched noises and was breathing very heavily and rapidly through them, squeezing DH's hand the whole while and squinting my eyes shut (so that I could focus on absolutely nothing), but once that epidural kicked in, I no longer felt the pain of the contractions. The epidural actually didn't work 100%, but I actually found that to be a good thing. I could still feel pain on the right labia, so I knew everything that was going on. I lost all urge to push, though there was no guarantee that I would have had it in the first place. I pushed voluntarily, and after 12 hours of labour (maybe 40ish minutes of pushing), Max came flying out. I had a lot of tearing and an episiotomy. I had not wanted an episiotomy, but the OB was certain that I would tear very badly otherwise, so I figured that I would get the episiotomy on the dead side. ;-) Now, of course, it's the episiotomy that bugs me the most. My midwife told me afterwards that she would have gone for the episiotomy, too, which kind of surprised me. I started tearing in a really bad, *sensitive* spot, ahem... That might be why they suggested the episiotomy. I ended up with one stitch in that sensitive spot. :-( I had no problems with my pubic bone! However, the symptoms from before are ongoing, but they are less of a problem now that there isn't a zillion pounds of baby there. ;-) Max is a big boy, and the placenta apparently wasn't far behind him in size and weight. So Max is doing really well. He's a generally very quiet and content baby who is happy to look at the world (with the odd look of disgust, which is funny as heck). He only cries when he has a dirty diaper, when someone is disturbing him (like by giving him a bath or trying to dress him), or when he is cold. He doesn't cry when hungry (maybe it's just because I recognize the signals, so I always catch him before he cries). He *loves* to look out windows, but he hates bright lights. He is a real sweetie. We love him like crazy. I will have some pics of him he http://individual.utoronto.ca/taz I was going to put pics up right away, but I'm too tired. It will have to wait until tomorrow, likely. There will be stuff there, though. I promise. :-) He's too cute to keep to ourselves, so we have to share some pics. |
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"Indyrah" wrote in message ... Haven't even read your story yet but YEA!!!!! "Vicky Bilaniuk" wrote in message . .. Maxim came into the world today! Yep, today! 12:13 am on a full moon. He weight in at 9 pounds 12 ounces, and I forget his length (but it's pretty long). He's a big boy! Found the annoucement!!!!!!!!! congrats yay love the name .... Harry and Max could be *twins* - same size and both with lots of black hair IKWYM about wanting the epidural ... luckily for me it was too late by the time the anethetist arrived. Try spraying a little witch hazel on your tear .... its worked wonders on mine for errr... other concerns with the tear.... the midwives gave me a recipe for "poo goo" which i didn't need ... but put some prune juice, pie apples and oatbran in a bowl, zap in microwave for a minute or two and eat. should taste nice and apparently works wonders and is gentle on sore bits ; ) my lochia has nearly stopped - bf shrunk everything back really quickly. already lost about 9 kgs.... only a few more to go before I need to work on the weight i wanted to loose in the first place! .... so i'm feeling much better 13 days down the track - hope you recover quickly too congats.... so happy for you hugs Amanda oht - nak -- DD 15th August 2002 1 tiny angel Nov 2003 DS 20th August 2004 The birth story, plus gory details... ;-) I was supposed to go in on Monday to see an OB and possibly get started on an induction. This OB is supposed to be a low interventionist type, but he was afraid that the baby was too large for me to deliver vaginally, so he told me to go straight to the hospital and they would get started. The plan was to place something beside the cervix and get it going that way, if possible, and then switch to oxytocin the next day if necessary. Well... I got to the hospital, went to the washroom, and my water broke right there while I was sitting on the toilet. Heh heh, oops. ;-) The OB hadn't even arrived, yet (he wasn't going to get there until noon and we were there at around 10:30ish am). My water broke at 11:40am. That started the clock ticking. Maybe a half an hour after that, I started having contractions. They went on for a good couple of hours, and then the OB *finally* showed up ;-) and said that they would start oxytocin anyway, just to get things moving a little faster. I agreed to a low dose, not knowing what this would do. (turns out that it didn't really do anything but make the contractions come a little faster and last a little longer - intensity wasn't really affected, that I could tell). So they hooked me up, and away everyone went. I sent DH home for more stuff (we had brought stuff, just in case, but not everything), which was a mistake. I should have told him to call the midwife first, and then go, because being alone was a bad idea. Since DH had to rely on public transportation, it took him FOR EVER to finally come back, and by then I was really starting to have noticeable (i.e. couldn't talk through) contractions. Also, they had just finished doing an emergency c-section on some poor woman who had a 2 hour, yes a 2 hour labour - she went from start to 10 cm in two hours, and had a breech baby. That woman screamed more than her kid did. Each and every scream was full of nothing but begging and pleading for them to just knock her out. Also, some girl showed up and was crying because she thought she was losing her baby. Oh, and then there were the premature twins who had to be airlifted away... Yes, I was *really* upset that no one was there with me! I had no idea that I would progress so quickly. They had me hooked up to monitors, and it was only supposed to be temporary. However, when that poor 2 hour labour woman showed up, they called *all* of the nurses in the area away, including mine, who never came back. I was sitting there, wondering what the hell to do. I desperately wanted to get up and phone DH (the phone was in the middle of the room, and this was a big room). Eventually, I just unhooked myself, found someone to help me unplug my stupid IV machine (it was plugged into the wall because the battery was dead, and I couldn't reach the cord without tugging on stuff), and phoned DH. Turns out that he was right at the hospital entrance, which was a relief. It also turned out that my nurse was glad that I simply unhooked myself. She was worried about me, but she couldn't leave the other woman, who was definitely not doing very well at that time. Well anyway, once DH was there, he *never* left again. ;-) I wouldn't let him. We also called the midwife, who showed up and was great. I told them that I had decided to go for the epidural (as I'm sure people here guessed I would do). This was one weird thing... They wouldn't set it up in advance. The anesthesiologists prefer to be notified in advance, but I guess the people on call that day (i.e. my nurse, in particular, and to some extent my midwife) wouldn't notify them. My contractions started getting pretty bad, and I started becoming more insistent about getting the epidural. The nurse told me that they *always* do nubain first, so I said "Fine, do it and get it over with." They did it, it had zero effect, but it did at least make me groggy between contractions (not that that helped, mind you). I started to become pretty bitchy about that epidural. My contractions were requiring very much of my attention, I was tired, and I was simply uninterested in experiencing this pain. I wasn't ready. They kept getting bitchy back towards me, though, sometimes even including DH (I wasn't sure why, since he had promised to be my advocate - I'll have to have a talk with him when we're both a little less tired). Well luckily for me, a shift change eventually occurred, and the new nurse set everything up right away. In fact, she was ticked that the other nurse hadn't set things up, and she promised to investigate. I got bitchy towards this new nurse, too, and she was *really* bitchy right back. ;-) I didn't really mind, though, because I wasn't behaving normally and no one deserved to have me speaking to them so viciously. Anyway, the anesthesiologist showed up, did his thing, and life suddenly changed completely for me. My contractions were previously of the type where I was making very high pitched noises and was breathing very heavily and rapidly through them, squeezing DH's hand the whole while and squinting my eyes shut (so that I could focus on absolutely nothing), but once that epidural kicked in, I no longer felt the pain of the contractions. The epidural actually didn't work 100%, but I actually found that to be a good thing. I could still feel pain on the right labia, so I knew everything that was going on. I lost all urge to push, though there was no guarantee that I would have had it in the first place. I pushed voluntarily, and after 12 hours of labour (maybe 40ish minutes of pushing), Max came flying out. I had a lot of tearing and an episiotomy. I had not wanted an episiotomy, but the OB was certain that I would tear very badly otherwise, so I figured that I would get the episiotomy on the dead side. ;-) Now, of course, it's the episiotomy that bugs me the most. My midwife told me afterwards that she would have gone for the episiotomy, too, which kind of surprised me. I started tearing in a really bad, *sensitive* spot, ahem... That might be why they suggested the episiotomy. I ended up with one stitch in that sensitive spot. :-( I had no problems with my pubic bone! However, the symptoms from before are ongoing, but they are less of a problem now that there isn't a zillion pounds of baby there. ;-) Max is a big boy, and the placenta apparently wasn't far behind him in size and weight. So Max is doing really well. He's a generally very quiet and content baby who is happy to look at the world (with the odd look of disgust, which is funny as heck). He only cries when he has a dirty diaper, when someone is disturbing him (like by giving him a bath or trying to dress him), or when he is cold. He doesn't cry when hungry (maybe it's just because I recognize the signals, so I always catch him before he cries). He *loves* to look out windows, but he hates bright lights. He is a real sweetie. We love him like crazy. I will have some pics of him he http://individual.utoronto.ca/taz I was going to put pics up right away, but I'm too tired. It will have to wait until tomorrow, likely. There will be stuff there, though. I promise. :-) He's too cute to keep to ourselves, so we have to share some pics. |
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A&G&K&H wrote:
mine for errr... other concerns with the tear.... the midwives gave me a recipe for "poo goo" which i didn't need ... but put some prune juice, pie apples and oatbran in a bowl, zap in microwave for a minute or two and eat. should taste nice and apparently works wonders and is gentle on sore bits No no no, think: other direction... This one has healed, though. It was small. It would have been a lot worse, though. ; ) my lochia has nearly stopped - bf shrunk everything back really quickly. already lost about 9 kgs.... only a few more to go before I need to work on the weight i wanted to loose in the first place! .... so i'm feeling much better 13 days down the track - hope you recover quickly too Well I felt great *yesterday* and so of course, as a result, I over did things. Today, I'm back to the day before. ;-) Back on the pain meds and needing more pads. :-( Oh well. I've learned. I've also learned to keep the poor baby warmer!!! Guilt trip number one down. How many more to go? ;-) The poor kid kept fussing all night and wanting to be held, which was fine by us, but we weren't getting any sleep. Turns out that all he needed was to be wrapped in one more blanket, but we were too dumb (sleep-deprived stupor) to realize that. Yeah, I know, first timers... Now I must sit here and guiltily watch the clock tick while my baby sleeps and sleeps as opposed to his usual I-wanna-eat-and-poop-constantly thing. I wanted to let him sleep *on* me, but I was afraid because I'm still on the couch, and he hurts my stomach. (DH is on the cold floor) |
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"Vicky Bilaniuk" wrote in message
No no no, think: other direction... This one has healed, though. It was small. It would have been a lot worse, though. snip I forgot to mention this in my congratulations post. I also had a small tear in a very sensitive spot after DS was born--I knew a lot about pregnancy & birth, but I was still not aware that tears could go the "wrong" direction. I had an intact perineum though and I tend to think that my doctor spent so much time focusing *there*, she didn't notice that I was tearing the other way. (I try not to feel regretful about it, but I could definitely feel that it felt like the tear was going the wrong way and I really, really wish I would have said something. I have since read that putting a little downward pressure on the head as it is crowning can prevent the an upward tear from happening, but she couldn't have known to do it if I didn't tell her.) I have also read that upwards tearing is one of the things that is actually justifies an episiotomy, but I'm still glad I didn't have one. I have a certain amount of "pride" (I guess) about having birthed with an intact perineum, but my recovery from the other tear seemed more painful than people that I knew that had much more extensive perineal tearing, so who knows! I also chose not to have my tear stitched and in hindsight, I wish I would have. The problem is purely cosmetic at this point, but it actually really bugs me. -- Em mama to L-baby, 11 months old |
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"Vicky Bilaniuk" wrote in message No no no, think: other direction... This one has healed, though. It was small. It would have been a lot worse, though. snip I forgot to mention this in my congratulations post. I also had a small tear in a very sensitive spot after DS was born--I knew a lot about pregnancy & birth, but I was still not aware that tears could go the "wrong" direction. I had an intact perineum though and I tend to think that my doctor spent so much time focusing *there*, she didn't notice that I was tearing the other way. (I try not to feel regretful about it, but I could definitely feel that it felt like the tear was going the wrong way and I really, really wish I would have said something. I have since read that putting a little downward pressure on the head as it is crowning can prevent the an upward tear from happening, but she couldn't have known to do it if I didn't tell her.) I have also read that upwards tearing is one of the things that is actually justifies an episiotomy, but I'm still glad I didn't have one. I have a certain amount of "pride" I really didn't want an episiotomy, but I *knew* where that tear was headed (the joy of the epidural not working fully, and I'm serious - they didn't even have to tell me), and I decided to go for something that wouldn't cause me pain every time I tried to pee. In the end, I'm glad it was my decision, because I'm happy with it. I must admit, though, that the episiotomy hurts like hell. It is the only thing "down there" that still hurts. (I guess) about having birthed with an intact perineum, but my recovery from the other tear seemed more painful than people that I knew that had much more extensive perineal tearing, so who knows! I also chose not to have my tear stitched and in hindsight, I wish I would have. The problem is purely cosmetic at this point, but it actually really bugs me. I forget if I said this in my birth story, but I had asked them, at the time, if stitching was really necessary. They highly recommended it, so I went for it. Because they did the episiotomy soon enough, the tear didn't get very big, so I only needed one stitch. I'm happy with the decision again, though, because it healed very quickly, and now I have no problems with it. Now, if only that episiotomy would finish healing... (and it scares me to think of what life would have been like with a huge tear in *that spot*, especially since I had pretty good feeling there) |
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Indyrah wrote: Haven't even read your story yet but YEA!!!!! "Vicky Bilaniuk" wrote in message . .. Maxim came into the world today! Yep, today! 12:13 am on a full moon. He weight in at 9 pounds 12 ounces, and I forget his length (but it's pretty long). He's a big boy! Oh, he is big! Congratulations and welcome baby Max. Mary W. |
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"Vicky Bilaniuk" wrote
Maxim came into the world today! Yep, today! Well, congratulations! Little Max shares a birthday with me! Lucky boy, he will never have to go to school on his birthday. Congratulations to you and the whole family - sounds like everything went really well. And welcome to the world, little Max! Christina mom to DS, 2.75 yrs and Version 2.0, edd late April 05 |
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"Vicky Bilaniuk" wrote in message . .. Maxim came into the world today! Yep, today! 12:13 am on a full moon. He weight in at 9 pounds 12 ounces, and I forget his length (but it's pretty long). He's a big boy! Congrats! I loved my epidural as well They dont do them at the hospital I am birthing at.. yet. They will have them by Oct. but the nurse at the hospital said I should do well with an intrathecal.. I am hoping she is right.. Anyway congrats on your little boy! Tori -- Bonnie 3/20/02 Xavier due 10/17/04 |
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On Tue, 31 Aug 2004 21:28:17 -0400, Vicky Bilaniuk
scribbled: So Max is doing really well. He's a generally very quiet and content baby who is happy to look at the world (with the odd look of disgust, which is funny as heck). He only cries when he has a dirty diaper, when someone is disturbing him (like by giving him a bath or trying to dress him), or when he is cold. He doesn't cry when hungry (maybe it's just because I recognize the signals, so I always catch him before he cries). He *loves* to look out windows, but he hates bright lights. He is a real sweetie. We love him like crazy. I will have some pics of him he http://individual.utoronto.ca/taz Congratulations!!!!! Nan |
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