Shyanne is one month old, hard to believe and I am excited and sad for her to be growing each week. This blog is for me to keep up with her:
Likes:
Her swing
Being rocked
Noise
Daddy (this should be a major love, she is mesmerized by her daddy)
Mommy
Bath time
Her Boppy
Dislikes:
Her feet or hands being touched (she gets fighting mad if you touch either)
Being swaddled
Being covered with a blanket
Quiet
Being left in a room by herself
She is trying to roll over by herself and is good at holding up her head
We have 5 weeks left together before she goes to daycare, I am not ready for this, but I have to go back to work, it will be the hardest day of my life, but I am sure she will be fine.
Miss Diva's Mommy
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Shyanne Grace's Birth
I will start off with how we got to the point of Shyanne Grace being born on November 8. Around my 30 week check up, my doctor started telling me she thought the baby was measuring big, I ended up having a bio physical profile every week, and of course every week she didn't cooperate to where they could read her heart beat, so I had to have a ultrasound every week to make sure she was okay. Around 32 weeks, we noticed Shyanne was a big baby, she was measuring way beyond what she should have. So we began talking about how we were going to bring her into this world. When the conversation started out with my doctor as her saying you could have a 10 lb. baby, I knew where we were headed. So we sat down and discussed having a c-section. Me and Philip decided after much prayer, a c-section was the best way to go, for my health and the baby's health.
So on November 8, 2011, at 5:30 a.m., I was scheduled to go into River Oaks and prepare for our baby girl's arrival. I was so scared the days leading up to this. On the day of, I could barely contain my emotions. Me and Philip got up at 4:00 a.m., and began our day for the last time just being us, when we came home again, we would be a family. We got to the hospital early, of course since both of us always have to be early. When we got to the floor, preparations began, I got in my gown, got hooked up to all the IV's, fetal monitor, and then waited for all the other preparations to begin. I was so worried I would have to sit and wait and worry for 2 hours, before go time, but believe me, time flew by. I remember the nurses coming in and saying the doctor wanted go time to be at 7:15 a.m., so at 7:12 a.m. I was wheeled down the hall and into the O.R. When I got in there I remember there being a whole team of folks, I thought oh my gosh it takes this many people to get my baby out. Turns out I had student nurses observing, yay me!!!! And, the fun began. I got my epidural, which by the way, was wonderful, except for the nausea part, which thank goodness for phenergan. Finally, Philip was brought in and they began, I remember looking at Philip and asking when they were going to start, my doctor said honey we are fixing to pull your baby out, and within seconds she was out. When they did and showed me her over the curtain, my heart bursted with love. The first thing I said was she looked just like her daddy, which doggone it, she does, spitting image. My sweet girl was born at 7:56 a.m. and weighed, wait for it, 9 lbs. 8 oz. Never did I imagine I would have a 9 lb. 8 oz. baby, but I did. Her sweet daddy was so overcome with emotion, he got to go over and look at her, and he kept asking how big is she, they kept saying hold on, will tell you in just a second, he was so cute. Philip did so amazing, of course one time he tried to get up after they pulled her out, and the anesthesiologist grabbed him and said son sit down you don't want to see this, bless his heart. HA!!!! Because I was on morphine, which by the way I felt no pain, but I couldn't hold our girl, Philip did everything, and he was so amazing, and so proud and full of love for his baby girl. God knew what he was doing giving us a baby girl, so much joy for his girl, I am sure she will be a daddy's girl. We got to go home on November 10, 2011, and we were so elated, and scared at the same time. We have made it through, it's been hard, but we have made it through.
So on November 8, 2011, at 5:30 a.m., I was scheduled to go into River Oaks and prepare for our baby girl's arrival. I was so scared the days leading up to this. On the day of, I could barely contain my emotions. Me and Philip got up at 4:00 a.m., and began our day for the last time just being us, when we came home again, we would be a family. We got to the hospital early, of course since both of us always have to be early. When we got to the floor, preparations began, I got in my gown, got hooked up to all the IV's, fetal monitor, and then waited for all the other preparations to begin. I was so worried I would have to sit and wait and worry for 2 hours, before go time, but believe me, time flew by. I remember the nurses coming in and saying the doctor wanted go time to be at 7:15 a.m., so at 7:12 a.m. I was wheeled down the hall and into the O.R. When I got in there I remember there being a whole team of folks, I thought oh my gosh it takes this many people to get my baby out. Turns out I had student nurses observing, yay me!!!! And, the fun began. I got my epidural, which by the way, was wonderful, except for the nausea part, which thank goodness for phenergan. Finally, Philip was brought in and they began, I remember looking at Philip and asking when they were going to start, my doctor said honey we are fixing to pull your baby out, and within seconds she was out. When they did and showed me her over the curtain, my heart bursted with love. The first thing I said was she looked just like her daddy, which doggone it, she does, spitting image. My sweet girl was born at 7:56 a.m. and weighed, wait for it, 9 lbs. 8 oz. Never did I imagine I would have a 9 lb. 8 oz. baby, but I did. Her sweet daddy was so overcome with emotion, he got to go over and look at her, and he kept asking how big is she, they kept saying hold on, will tell you in just a second, he was so cute. Philip did so amazing, of course one time he tried to get up after they pulled her out, and the anesthesiologist grabbed him and said son sit down you don't want to see this, bless his heart. HA!!!! Because I was on morphine, which by the way I felt no pain, but I couldn't hold our girl, Philip did everything, and he was so amazing, and so proud and full of love for his baby girl. God knew what he was doing giving us a baby girl, so much joy for his girl, I am sure she will be a daddy's girl. We got to go home on November 10, 2011, and we were so elated, and scared at the same time. We have made it through, it's been hard, but we have made it through.
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