Another Look

All babies do is cry.

Good thing I have good looking kids or I'd give them away to the gypsies.

<3 my Valley Girl and Little Killian.

So what's with all of the females on facebook making their status a color? At first I thought it was their favorite color because I saw "hot pink" "pink" "black" and basic colors. Then I saw "beige" and "leopard". wtf? Why?

Well, these colors represent the bra color that certain female is wearing today. After she sets her status as her bra color, she checks her breasts for any lumps or bumps. It's cute, and so far (at least not on my facebook) none of the guys have caught on.

As some of my family knows, my mother-in-law died from breast cancer. She passed long before Bradley and I met, but it still touches my heart. No one should have to go through the kind of pain Brad and his family went through - especially his mother.

To also help raise awareness, if you're ever out and buying something, see if that product comes in light pink and has the "Susan G Komen" seal. Whenever it has that seal it donates part of what you're paying to the breast cancer cure.

Raise awareness in yourself and your family. Even if you're a male you should learn about this horrible disease.

Maybe there's something you can do to help out. Even if it is simply buying a light pink Snuggie. :-)

I know you're reading this.

You're the only person I know that uses Linux and is anywhere even near Jefferson City.

Funny how some of us move on and some of us live in the past.

Stop "checking up" on me.

And as for calling me "crazy" and "never amounting to anything"... funny how that worked out, huh? Considering I'm doing better than you'll probably ever do.

Go listen to your emo music and cry on her shoulder. Since now you're nothing but pathetic - especially since I know it's you.

Bradley Killian Anderson was born on December 7th, 2009 at 6:51am. He was 21 inches long and weighed in at a whopping 7 pounds 14 ounces. Tomorrow my little man is going to be two weeks old. I feel like he's already growing up so fast!!

So I don't ever forget, I'm going to post my birth story. It's rather interesting, so I think you'll enjoy it. :-) If birthing stories freak you out, I'd suggest stop reading now...

Sunday, December 6th I was admitted to the hospital at 7:00pm. It was a scheduled induction, so I arrived a few minutes early. Brad and I already had everything packed for the 3 night stay we had ahead of us. Usually it's only two nights, but we had to go in one night early so they could start the induction process.

After they set me all up in the room and got me hooked up to the monitors they gave me this little pill. And no, I didn't take this pill orally. They stuck it in my vagina. lol. This pill was specifically to help soften my cervix so that the next morning they COULD induce me. This pill itself does not induce women.

The first pill the nurse inserted was at 8pm. She would check my cervix and insert another pill at midnight if my cervix hadn't changed any. Well, midnight came around and lo-and-behold, no change! Still be dilated at one centimeter and about 80% effaced, the nurse put the second, and last, pill in my vagina.

Finally around 4:45am I was awoken by what I thought was just me pissing myself. I woke Brad and up and told him that I think I just urinated myself. It was quite funny. I called the nurse in and told her that either I peed or my water broke. Well, she sent me to the bathroom and when I went to wipe there was blood. Which meant it was my bloody show! Woot! They wouldn't have to induce me after all. :-)

About 15 minutes after my water broke I started getting horrendous contractions. They were coming about 5 to 7 minutes apart, so I could kind of sleep between them. Unfortunately, by about 5:20 I was in unbearable pain. The nurse gave me some medicine in my IV and it helped a little bit for about 20 minutes. If that. She checked my cervix again and I was dilated to about a 3. With that information, at about 6:00am she ordered the epidural.

After she ordered the epidural she didn't give me anymore medicine in my IV. So I was in terrible pain while waiting for this stupid epidural.

Thirty minutes passed and the nurse checked my cervix again. I was still at 3 to 4 centimeters dilated and around 90% effaced. We were getting close, but not close enough!

At about 6:40am the anesthesiologist came into the room with his table of crazy ass objects to stick into my spine. Right before this, I had called my parents to come on up to the hospital. My mom was supposed to be in the room with me when I gave birth and I really wanted her there just in general. For a piece of mind, really.

I sat up in position for the doctor to insert the epidural. He placed the plastic on my back for targeting, and pulled out the small needle to numb the area he was going place the epidural in at. Right as he was about to numb my lower back I got a dropping feeling in my vagina and the worst contraction I had ever felt in my life. I screamed out in agony that I needed to push.

All of the nurses and the anesthesiologist told me to lay down so they could check me. I told them to wait so I could get over this contraction. The contraction ended and I screamed at the doctor to just give me the epidural. I was literally freaking out. Then I got another contraction that hurt even more than the one prior. They finally got me to lay down and "frog" my legs so the nurse could check my cervix again.

He was crowning.

This would mean that I went from 3 centimeters dilated to 10 centimeters and CROWNING in all of about 20 minutes.

The nurses had me close my legs (wish I would have thought of that at conception...) and went to call my obstetrition to tell her that I was ready to deliver. Little did I know, apparently my doctor wasn't on call that morning. Why the hell would she order an induction at a time when she wouldn't even be at the freaking hospital?!

Anyway, I kept having contractions and they kept telling me not to push, to just wait until the doctor got there. Ha. That's freaking hilarious. Not only am I doing this without any drugs, but now I'm going to have to NOT push?! How the hell do you not push? I know you're sitting there reading this like, "just don't push..." But I swear to you, it's not like that AT ALL. When you get these contractions you have to push. You HAVE to. My legs were closed and I could feel myself pushing and screaming all the while my husband was just standing next to my bed with a smirk on his face.

After about four of these HORRIBLE contractions (that were coming literally one after the other, they weren't even separated by seconds or minutes) and the doctor still hadn't showed up, they finally told me to re-frog my legs and push.

Oh, my God. One push. One push was all it took to deliver my 7 pound 14 ounce son. His face was bruised like crazy because of how fast I delivered him. Unfortunately, because he was birthed so quickly and the cord was around his neck, Brad didn't get to cut his cord. Nor did they set him on my chest to clean him off. :-( They immediately took him over to the basinett to clean him up and check his Apgar score (he ended up getting an 8 then 9 just like his sister!).

After they cleaned him up and everything they finally handed me my baby boy. Brad and I just watched him, imagining his future and how amazing this new addition to the family is going to be...

About 5 to 10 minutes passed and finally the doctor arrived.

A man.

WFOAEWIRHJAEOHJAHGEIOTHJAOIJ why is there a man in my delivery room?!?!?!?!?

whatever.

This dickhead of a doctor walked in and was a total douchebag. He was sooooo pissed that the baby had already been born. Well maybe if he would have finished his lunch a little faster he would have made it in time. The was yelling at the nurses in front of me asking why they let me delivery. Finally I interrupted his annoying-ness and told him that I pushed him out myself. It wasn't the nurse's fault.

He came over and looked at the damage Killian had done to my vagina. Not surprisingly, Killian made me tear. Probably right where Valerie had tore me. He shot me up with a ton of novacain (he said he gave me three times the normal amount because he felt so bad after what I had just gone through lol) and began stitching me up... before I had delivered the placenta. wtf?? I asked him why, and he simply said, "because that's how I want to do it."

Okay.

So he stitched me up and pulled out my placenta. It didn't hurt at all - but it did feel VERY weird. He pulled it out by what was left of the umbilical cord and I could literally feel it slide out from inside my stomach. Slimy.

Finally, they gave me my little Killian back. I was able to start nursing him immediately and everything was perfect!

Oh, this is when my parents showed up. You should have seen the look on their face when they saw that he was already born. It was classic!

So, there we were, all in the hospital with our beautiful family, waiting for the beautiful day to start, knowing a beautiful life had just begun.

I'm super irritated. They moved my induction from Friday (today) at 4:30am to basically Monday morning. But I have to be at the hospital Sunday night so they can run some tests and start me on some medicine that will dilate me further. Blah. That means three nights away from my baby girl. Ugh. And the fact that she's now allowed at the hospital at all kind of pisses me of a little, too. Fortunately my sister-in-law is taking her for the nights I'm in the hospital, so I don't have to worry about anybody else taking my baby.

I've almost finished Christmas shopping. I need to finish the rest today. I'll probably just go ahead and order my dad's stuff online. It's cheaper to get it shipped to me than it is to drive all the way out to the store I need to get the stuff from. Oh the joys of ordering stuff online. I already finished shopping for my mom. Got her a huge, ultra soft blanket and a 100 piece cookie cutter set. As for Brad, I got him his Adidas, Sharper Image nose hair trimmer (lol), and laptop desk thingy. Apparently he also wants a back scrubber for the shower... interesting gift idea, honey.

The only people left are Nick, Leah, Stevie and Alex. For Stevie I'll probably get her a small gift card to whatever the new name of Limited Too is. For Leah some cash. Alex... erm... yeah, not too sure about him yet. And Nick? You would think he'd be the easiest - buy him a couple posters or something - but no. I have no IDEA what the little ass wants.

Anyway, I'm tired. It's naptime.

I am being induced on thursday or friday so I can finally have this dang baby.

Come on out, Bradley Killian!!!! We're ready to meet you!


Oh yeah, and our house sold. :-) It's been a really good month.

Why do you keep irritating me AF?