Friday, November 30, 2012

Happy Birthday Joel!

I can't believe that my middle son is already 2 years old!  Goodness, that means I have an almost 4 year old. Joel is everything boy.  I saw on Pinterest once that "boy" is defined as noise with dirt on it.  Pretty much.  That's my Joel.  All things boy, rough and tumble, whirlwind of activity, noise with dirt on it :)

Like the black eye? :)


We had birthday pancakes. With blueberries and raspberries.  I'm pretty sure raspberries are my favorite thing in pancakes...and Joel liked them too :)




I worked super hard on his cake today.  You know a boxed mix and a can of frosting.  Certainly not my finest cake, but easy.  {and cheaper than from scratch}.  And check out my mad decorating skills. This was Pinterest inspired...of course.  {and if you want you can follow me on Pinterest as well!}

Who doesn't want a cake with an off centered sprinkled number?

His birthday was actually yesterday {11/29} but we're celebrating tonight with in-laws, BIL, SIL, and kids.  We did take him out for pizza last night.  And got his gift {since we're so on top of things}.  I can't wait to give him his gift...his first bike!  He is obsessed with Jack's so we decided to get him his own.

And because every post needs a picture of a super cute baby {not that I'm biased or anything}:



Monday, November 26, 2012

Dear Running, I'm BACK!!!!!!

I went on my first postpartum run yesterday!  I had been feeling pretty good walking, but hadn't attempted running yet.  I wanted to run outside as opposed to the treadmill, because I wanted to run intuitively instead of trying to stick to some pace--or be depressed by the pace I was running.  And who I am I kidding, I'd rather run outside any day.  I walked .25 miles and then ran 1.5 miles and walked .25 miles.  I was going to run 1 mile to start with, but I was feeling good so I ran the extra .5.  I could have made it 1.75 miles home.  But I my muscles were starting to feel the extra effort {especially through my pelvis} and I decided not to push it on the first run.  I was so happy the whole run.  I loved the uncomfortable feeling in my chest and legs.  I loved knowing that soon, I'll be able to start pushing my body hard again.  O running, how I have missed thee.

My plan right now is:
Monday: walk, strength
Tuesday: run
Wednesday: walk, strength
Thursday: run
Friday: walk, strength
Saturday: run
Sunday: run

I'm planning on running Saturday and Sunday so I can take advantage of the time Donovan is home during the day so I'm more likely to be able to run outside.

And now I have a dilemma.

There is a 1/2 marathon that I would love to run the first weekend in May.  But registration opens like the first week of December {so like next week!} and sells out super fast, but I want to know that I'll be able to run that.  I know I'll be fine, if running starts fine.  But I have 1.5 mile runs to base that on :/  So I don't know...it would certainly give me motivation to train and I know I could be ready if running goes fine from the beginning.  If Donovan is fine with it, I'm leaning toward signing up, but would just hate to pay for a race that I don't get to run.

What would you do? Would you sign up or find a race you could be more certain about?

Friday, November 9, 2012

The Birth Story

There is a saying among midwives that your first labor is hard, the second one is easy and the third is unpredictable.  Well, my second labor was certainly more intense, but I didn't push for nearly as long (10 minutes vs 1 hour).  And my third definitely fell into the unpredictable.  I had done this twice before, you would think that I knew what was going on, but no.  Anyway let me back up.

Five days before Nolan actually showed up {Wednesday morning}, I was up for 2 hours during the night with contractions while uncomfortable, but definitely not super painful that were about 5 minutes apart.

Four days before he was born {Thursday morning}, I was up during the night with more painful than the night before contractions that were 8 minutes apart.

I had my 38 week appointment that day {Thursday} and I mentioned the contractions to my midwife and she let me decide if I wanted her to check me or not.  Curiosity got the best of me and I opted to be checked.  She said I was 2-3 centimeters, but still fairly firm.  She told me to be patient.  I tried, but I was anything but patient.  I was so done being pregnant.  I was so ready to meet my little boy {and give him a name!}.  That night Donovan took me out for spicy Chinese food--even his idea!

I was feeling rather grumpy and I knew that I needed to get my attitude straightened out or I'd go crazy.  Saturday night and Sunday afternoon.  I spent some time with the Lord praying that He would straighten out my attitude and that I would be glorifying to Him and that I would trust in His perfect timing.  Although we did try the spicy Chinese after church again.

Sunday evening from 5:30-10 I had contractions about 4 minutes apart.  But again not really painful.  I walked and walked and sat and bounced on the exercise ball.  And walked some more.  But like all the others, they fizzled out.  I was getting annoyed.  Either do something or go away!  We decided to go to bed about 10:30.

I woke up at 12:45 to a contraction and decided to get up and walk through it to see if it would go away {real contractions wouldn't} and needed to use the bathroom, but we were out of toilet paper so I went to get some out of the laundry room and on my way back, I felt a small gush of liquid.  I went in the bathroom and my underwear and shorts were soaked through.  I {TMI ALERT!} smelled it to make sure it wasn't pee.  And then woke Donovan up and asked him to do something really gross and smell it.  He assured me it wasn't pee and then it hit me that my water had broke and I for sure would be having this baby within 24 hours {they don't like you to go past that because of risk of infection}.

About 1:45 we called my MIL to come stay with the older two.  I was having contractions, but again they weren't super painful, BUT I was thrown for a loop because my water had never broke outside the hospital before.  With my second they had broke my water to speed things up and labor got super intense after that so I was expecting the same.

But remember, the third labor is unpredictable.

I ate a piece of toast with peanut butter and honey we headed to town {we live 15 minutes out of town}, but weren't in a hurry.  We went to Wal-mart first to get something to eat since I was still hungry--I got yogurt and a muffin.  I had put a pad on, but all the walking was making me leak more and I had to go to the restroom to change my pad.

About 3:30 we got to the hospital, but sat in the vehicle for awhile.  I called my midwife to tell her I was heading to the hospital {because again I was expecting things to go fairly quickly}.  I finally checked in about 4 am.  I knew that since my water had broke, they wouldn't send me home.

I had been having contractions about 3 minutes apart, until I checked into the hospital and they went to 6 minutes apart.  But I was 5 centimeters and soft and 80% effaced.

Drat.  I had made the same mistake that I had vowed to never make again.  I had come too early.  So I walked the halls.  And walked the halls.  And walked the halls.  My feet hurt.  I was tired.  I was hungry.

My midwife let me have some strawberries, blueberries and applesauce for breakfast.  And some juice.  I could have juice whenever I wanted.  I really just wanted Donovan's waffle.

And by about 7 am, I was 7 centimeters and still 80% effaced.

So I walked and walked.  And walked some more.  I was so mad at myself for having to walk at the hospital.  I had done this with my last one and hated it.  And here I was again.

Every time I would empty my bladder, the contractions would intensify because he would be lower, but still honestly the contractions weren't that bad.

The worst thing was when she would check me during a contraction.  My midwife is a great midwife, but she's not exactly what you'd call gentle.  And I was progressing slowly.  I was tired.  I was hungry and I was frustrated.

My midwife finally suggested nipple stimulation to see if we could get the contractions to intensify a bit.  So I alternated that with more walking.

The nipple stimulation finally did something, because I started getting much more intense contractions and of course I was hooked up to the monitor and my midwife and nurse were eating lunch.

My midwife came back and started talking pitocin.  {And if she says it, I completely trust her, even though that wasn't really high on my list of things I wanted to do.}  But she wasn't so concerned with getting him out, but she was concerned that I wouldn't contract back down quick enough after birth to slow the bleeding enough since even at this point my contractions were still 4 minutes apart.  My nurse brought in all the stuff to get an IV started {since I didn't have one yet} and about that time I started feeling pushy and my midwife checked and sure enough I finally was fully dilated.  I guess that threat of pitocin was enough.

I'm not sure how long I pushed, maybe 15 minutes.  The worst part was having to wait between the contractions.  I was just ready to be done.

Nolan Uriah Schneider was born at 1:08 pm, weighing 7 lbs 4 oz and was 20.5 inches long.  He had the cord wrapped around his neck, but didn't cause any concern and was absolutely beautiful.  He came out crying, but calmed down as soon as I got him.  My midwife gave me a shot of pitocin to help with the bleeding, but no further complications.







Thursday, November 1, 2012

10 days old, pumpkin scones, and a walk

I can't believe that Nolan is already 10 days old!  He is a great baby and I can honestly say I'm am really enjoying this time.  Which for me is huge because with my older two, I never really enjoyed the newborn stage.  I was always looking at the next milestones and not just enjoying it.  And so far he is my easiest baby.  Jack slept well, but didn't eat well.  Joel ate well, but didn't sleep well.  And so far Nolan eats and sleeps well.  I got 7 hours of uninterrupted sleep last night!  I feel spoiled and keep wondering if it's going to last.  But all I can say is I can deal with a whole lot more when I get enough sleep.  I'm so thankful that I'm not in that drop-dead tired state that I was with Joel.  I've napped at times because I could, not because I couldn't function otherwise.  As for me, I'm feeling good.  I can tell my body is sloooowly recovering.  It was amazing how stretched out my abs are!  I can't wait to be able to start working on that core strength again.  I've had mild diastasis recti {abdominal separation--1-2 fingers} with my pregnancies and I'll have to be careful getting back into it. 


I am so excited, I got a new-to-me treadmill so I don't have any excuses why I can't work out!  I went on a 20 minute walk today.  I could feel my abs/pelvis working, so I just took it slow.  

PUMPKIN scones!  Or the reason why it will take me longer to lose this baby weight.  {As of this morning I was down 17 pounds...making it about 22 more to my goal weight...16 to pre-pregnancy}

And of course some baby pictures...

I'm hoping to get my birth story written soon...