9 months ago tonight I couldn't sleep.
Those damn contractions that weren't doing anything to make this baby come were keeping me up once again. Ugh, and I still have 3 more weeks to go. A bath didn't seem to help. And oh, yeah, my pants were kind of wet earlier. Hmmm...could that be? Nah. And, now, I am um, starting to dry heave (always a sign that something is working hard with me.) I think I might wake Mike up...even if it is 3:30am. Yeah, I am definitely getting him up. OW. OW. OW. Get E up..."Mommy, I have sand in my eyes" as she rubs the sleep from her face. Okay, I can't stand up through these contractions. These really hurt now. In the car...running red lights. Calling for backup ("Hey Mom! Meet us at Northside? We have a 3 year old with sandy eyes that wants you.) Yahoo! My water has broken (a relief to know I had not peed my pants earlier that night.) Here's some fun pitocin. OMG, that works fast. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Try to focus. On what? Pain is all I can deal with now. Now. Yes, I am ready. NOW!!! Epidural! Ahhh....relief. But, I hate this. Can't move my legs. Argh. I want to move my legs...but they're asleep. Try not to freak out. Try to get some rest. Ow. These hurt again. Time for a check? Um, Mrs. Parker DON'T MOVE OR LAUGH....she's RIGHT THERE. What? Push once. Push again...and here she is. Alice Elizabeth.
Our big Al is 9 months old (tomorrow, actually). Had her checkup today. Doing great. 19lbs. 12 oz./26 inches long...growing and doing well. Well in every area except for some bad ears....poor kid has gone through 3 different antibiotics that have yet to clear up the ear infection that has been bugging her since March. Time to call in the big guns...the antibiotic shots. 2 today. 2 tomorrow. And 2 Thursday. And then the ENT on Thursday.
Honestly, I think we've, at the very least, earned naming rights of a new wing for the pediatrician.
Can you tell that Mike went up to Boston for the Red Sox game this weekend? Yeah, me neither.