Baby Boy Is Here And He Came Facing Up

Hi friends,

Daddy Rainmaker is waiting in the car with our bundle of joy while I type a quick post here at the library. Ha, Ha. I have to laugh at that because I didnt know how else to do it without bringing in the baby or we cant keep him at home while I write because Im breastfeeding...

Anyway...All went well. After I typed my last post Wednesday night, the contractions started becoming more intense and regular around 11:00 p.m. Then, when I couldnt stand it anymore, we went to the hospital around midnight.

By the time I got there I was dilated to five and fully effaced. I decided to take some fetanol (Im not sure I have the spelling right) which takes the edge off the contractions. I started with half a dose and then took the other half as things got more intense. Im glad I did because I noticed that I was having some back labor, too, which is indicative of a baby facing the wrong way (sunny side up).

Well, I usually start pushing when I hit eight centimeters. And if baby is facing the right way, the pushing is the easy part. Well, the pushing was not easy. She kept telling me to push harder and harder and she said it with a certain urgency. So, I did the best I could, but I looked at her face and realized that this baby may not be facing the right way. So, into my second round of pushing when the next contraction came...she said push twice as hard as the last one...and then they put the oxygen mask on me because the babys heart rate had dropped. But I pushed again and he came out. Altogether I pushed a total of five minutes to get a sunny side up baby out, which to me is quite miraculous. Baby #4 took 90 minutes to push out because of him facing the wrong way.

I can only imagine that the reason the pushing part went so smoothly, all things considered, was because he wasnt as big as the other babies, I had some pain medication along the way, and perhaps because Im in shape. After the birth, one of the gals who attended the labor said something about me pushing like a rock star? Ha, I think that was a compliment.

Our son weighed 6 pounds 4.4 ounces at birth and is 20 1/2 inches long. He weighs about a pound less on average than our other babies. I asked the doctor if he weighs less because I gained less weight in this pregnancy and they said they didnt think so.

We had an appointment this morning, and already he weighs 6 pounds 6.8 ounces. So, hes gaining weight. And he eats all the time.

Other than being a slender little guy, he is in perfect health, thank God! Hes beautiful. His face didnt get bruised at all from coming out the wrong way, which will sometimes happen.

I have been taking pictures and expect to have my home computer issues resolved by the end of this week if not sooner so that I can post some pictures of the baby.

But I wanted to thank you for keeping an eye on me and the baby and I appreciate all of your words of encouragement.

Everything is going well at home with the new baby. It feels a little strange to not be pregnant after being pregnant for so long. My body is still recovering, and I nap often to try and keep up on my sleep.

Im not sure if Ill be able to post again until my I get my computer at home up and working. But hopefully that will be by Friday.

Oh, so he was born on Thursday, November 4 at 2:50 a.m.

Sincerely,
Sunshine Mama

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Facing the Gym Mirrors

Hello.

So. Ive been struggling with the whole gym mirror lately.

You know... there are mirrors everywhere in the gym. And for good reasons. Theyre there so that you can make sure you are lifting the dumbbell the right way and practicing the proper form. All very important things to ensure you get the most out of your work-outs.

But for some reason, I find myself feeling slight depressed when I encounter all of the gym mirrors...which is not suppose to happen when you go to the gym.

Working out at the gym is suppose to make you feel good because of all those endorphins that are bumping around you when you work out.

So, not only do I concentrate on my form while working out at the gym...I also find myself analyzing my body in the gym mirror.

Are you with me folks?

I could spend the entire day at my house and not look at my body as often as I would when I go to the gym to do a 45 minute work-out.

In a way its almost counter productive to have such negative feelings because of those silly mirrors.

I can totally see exactly how much work I have left to do to achieve the body I want.

AND it feels a little overwhelming at times.

Well, I wont stop going to the gym because of it.

I wish I could just lose all this extra weight...

In a snap!

Ha! Dont we all?

So, until that weight come off like I want it to, here I am stuck looking at myself in those gym mirrors.

I will admit that I have noticed some changes in my body since Ive dropped nine pounds. And I can see it in the mirrors.

Those darn mirrors.

Maybe one day Ill enjoy seeing myself in those mirrors. And the sight will encourage me rather than discourage me.

Seems to me that losing weight actually takes courage.

Facing the mirrors takes some courage.

Courage to believe in myself.

That just because I dont see it yet doesnt mean I wont ever see it.

It all takes time.

Well, I hope youre all having a good one. I managed to lose about a pound in the last few days.

Talk later!

Sincerely,
Sunshine Mama

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