Oct 27, 2008

Pictures... and plenty of them.

This picture sums up how we all feel... so tired.

Oliver has wild arms - he doesn't like them to be swaddled.

For you Uncle Steven: "I can take you - put 'em up"

Old man pants and bunny arms - sometimes he just looks so funny. I couldn't resist taking a picture.

His first visitors.


Happy One Week Oliver!

Just one week ago, I woke up at 4 am (like usual) but this time I had bad cramps. I tossed and turned for a few hours and then finally got out of bed at 6:45 to get ready for work. I was also fighting a cold, so with my cramps and the cold, Andy begged me to call in sick to work - I'm pretty stubborn though and proceeded to get ready. Well, I noticed the pains weren't going away, so I called my doctor's office and they told me I had early signs of labor! I was not expecting that diagnosis due to the fact that Oliver wasn't supposed to come for another 3 weeks. The nurse told me to keep track of how often the pains or I guess I should call them "contractions" were coming and to call in occasionally to give them an update. After the nurse told me this, I laughed, because I thought she was joking. I told Andy that I was in labor and we totally flipped out! I tried not to get my hopes up though, because it could have been false labor... so I basically was in denial. We spent the morning doing laundry, sorting baby clothes, and packing my hospital bag. We realized we weren't exactly ready for our son to arrive, but we'd have to make do.

Just as the nurse said, the contractions would come every 30 minutes, 20 minutes, and so on. My contractions jumped from coming every 20 minutes to coming every 8. By 2:30, my contractions were every 3 minutes. I called my doctor's and they said I could go to the hospital. Andy and I didn't want to push the limit and wait much longer because we would have to fight the Holland Tunnel traffic, so we left at 3:30 for the hospital and checked in at 4:00. (By the way, I was still in denial and kept thinking that once we got to the hospital, they were going to tell me I wasn't in labor and to go home.) We hadn't had time to take a test run to the hospital, so Andy hands me the directions and says "I'm going to need your help - there are a lot of turns." I just laugh - how much help am I going to be if every 3 minutes I feel like throwing up and am in pain, but I actually think I was a decent navigator considering the conditions and we made it just fine (plus Andy's a great driver - you should have seen him weaving in between taxis - two hands on the wheel and a thumb on the horn - our new saying.)

Andy got me checked in while a nurse checked my progress and told me I was dilated to a 3 and something about 80% effaced and something else - I was not very with it. So, I was in labor! At this point, my heart started racing as I realized, we were going to have our baby tonight! I couldn't stop shaking with nervousness - I did not enjoy the hospital very much - too many people asking me questions, hooking me up to things, and it was very hectic, but luckily everyone was nice. They admitted me to a labor and delivery room and the fun began! I was hooked up to an IV, which was actually quite painful - I still have a bruise on my hand and arms from where they poked me with needles. I had a nurse trying to ask me a million questions about my medical history, and then I got interrupted by medical students asking me questions and wanting to know if they could be a part of my delivery... uh... hello... no way! I don't want more people in the room than necessary. I'm kind of indecent here. Labor at the hospital wasn't quite what I expected. I thought I'd be able to walk around and talk to Andy - we'd brought a few things to do while in labor, but I spent each painful contraction, breathing and trying to answer the nurse's questions or trying to hold back from throwing up - didn't do so great on that one though, I was also gushing blood because of something my doctor told me after I'd delivered (something wrong with the placenta, which is why she thought Oliver came early and thinks my future children will come early). I was so weak and exhausted. At about 8 pm, my doctor showed up and checked my progress - I was at 8 cm! They had been waiting for my Group B Strep test results to come back and had just found out I tested positive, which meant I had to go on Penicillin. They weren't sure we'd have time for all of the doses, but I did. I fully dilated to 10 cm by 9:30pm, but my water hadn't broken yet... so it was about waiting. Finally at 11ish, the doctor said I was ready to push. She broke my water and little Oliver arrived at 11:57 pm. My goal was to have him out before midnight - he just barely made it. I was so happy and giddy. Here are a few pictures of the day.
Right before leaving for the hospital - I know the picture isn't great, but hey... I was at least trying to smile.
In between contractions - hmmm... I wonder why Andy looks happier than me...
Holding my baby for the first time. We almost forgot to take pictures after the birth, but luckily the nurse reminded us. I love that Oliver seems to be looking at me.
Andy holding Oliver for the first time.

Oct 21, 2008

Extending Our Branches

We had a very exciting and unexpected start to this week...


Oliver Alan Bontorno decided to join us two and half weeks early. He was born at 11:57 PM October 20, 2008 at 6 lbs 13 oz. He is the cutest little guy and we are thrilled to have him join our family. Mother and baby are doing excellent. Thanks for everyone's love and prayers.


Oct 9, 2008

Nesting

I've now progressed into the nesting phase of my pregnancy with only 4 weeks to go. I'm anxious to get everything ready for our baby's arrival - I'm probably driving Andy crazy with all of my to-do lists, but he's such a trooper and helping whenever he can. A few weeks ago, I went home to MI for a baby shower with friends and family. My sister and mom threw me such a wonderful party and it meant so much to celebrate with my family and old friends. Here are a few pictures from the shower and my trip.
My almost 4 year old niece took that picture of my sister and me - she did a great job!
This is from one of the games we played at the shower - everyone made a baby out of play-doh and I got to choose my favorite - it was really fun!
A view of the happenin' party!
Two of my friends from high school were able to come to my shower - it was awesome to see them.
This picture makes me laugh - Olivia and Charlotte were both fussing and I'm in the process of telling my dad to just take the picture while also trying to smile. So much for getting a great picture of us girls all dressed up, but I guess I should get used to the difficulties of taking pictures of children.