Wednesday, July 29, 2009

They Say It's His Birthday

Happy 30th Birthday, Dave!!!!

I love you moochas smoochas and you are the best, most wonderful pal I could ever ask for!

Top Ten Reasons Why I Love My David:

10. He takes over as "point man" for the kids when he gets home so I can have a few moments of rest.

9. He is ferociously cute. I mean, seriously, have you looked at the man?

8. He calls me, texts me, and emails me during the day just to tell me funny things that have happened. Translated: He's my best friend.

7. No one else would laugh at all the exact same things as I do, and point them out before I get a chance.

6. He humors me and takes me to random places like a mennonite farm to get homemade pastrami and handcrafted pottery. This is so not on his Things To Do list, but he goes and pretends it is because he loves me.

5. He has a great behind.

4. He rolls with the crazy I dole out pretty well. You can't ask for more than a man who understands when you're riding the hormonal waves of death and gives you a free pass.

3. I have never met a person more self-less and willing to help any person, at any time, in any way - even if they didn't ask. Dave not only goes the extra mile, he goes the extra marathon.

2. There is no one else who could ever be a more perfect friend to me in every way, shape and form. He is my perfect match and life would be boring and totally no fun without him. There is no one else on earth I would rather spend time with or talk with more than him and when it's just us hanging out doing nothing but watching The Mentalist and eating too much ice cream, my world is darn near perfect.

And the number one reason I Love My David?

1. No seriously, he's got a great behind.

Monday, July 27, 2009

The Birth Story: A Gator Tale

For the record, this is Allie's birth story in it's entirety. I don't tell the icky details or anything (well, not too many, only the funny ones) but if you get bored easily or squicked out easily then maybe you should come back tomorrow, I'll totally understand :) ~ UK

I know you've all been dying to hear the birth story (or something like that), so I decided to write it down in as much detail as I can remember. I love hearing other people's birth stories, it's all so dramatic and sweet and interesting and it feels like you are actually there with the person but at a nice safe, non-gross distance. Our Gator's birth was BY FAR the most easy going and relaxing birth we've had so far. Besides some short term, but major pain there in the middle, everything else was crazy low key and fast. It was the first time I've been able to really be present mentally for one of my children's births and really pay attention to what was going on. With Tot I was just so nervous and it was my first time and all, I didn't know where to look or what to try and remember. And with Little David I was so hopped up on Ambien it's a miracle I remember anything at all, actually. So this time, I was experienced and unmedicated (mostly), and I got to fully appreciate all of the birth - and it was way cool.

So, I guess my labor really started on Wednesday the 15th. Like I wrote here, I had my 38 week check up, scheduled my induction for Friday the 17th, and then went home. I had contractions all day, went back to the doctors, went to the hospital, and even though I had progressed from 3cm to 4cm I was sent home. The contractions continued sporadically the rest of the evening and into Thursday the 16th.

At this point, I knew I wasn't going to be having a baby until they induced me, so I kindof calmed down. I was in labor, just super, super early labor. I spent the day with Dave and my Mom (Dave took the day off work just in case I went into labor - he works an hour away) and the kids, playing around and cleaning up the house and packing up the odds and ends for the kids to stay with Dave's parents and for the rest of us at the hospital. Dave's mom picked up the kids that evening and then Dave, my Mom and I all went out to a movie/dinner place and saw Harry Potter and ate some rockin' food. Not too shabby for my last night pregnant! Movie was good (not as good as others, but better than some) and it was nice to sit back and relax and not think about the fact that in less than 12 hours I would be pushing something the size of a bag of flour out. We got home, set multiple alarms so we could be up and at the hospital at 5am. And then I slept.

We got up sometime around 4am so that I could get a shower and get to the hospital on time. I was so, so nervous that I was shaking. You'd think after doing this twice I would be all cool, but I totally was freaking out and quaking in my boots. Thankfully, my rockstar husband knew exactly what to do. He plugged in the iPhone and started "Eye of the Tiger" playing on the speakers. It's my power song. So I shadowboxed my way across our room and the bathroom while I got ready and within the first two minutes I was totally Unsinkable again. Eye of the Tiger never fails me, it has been my go-to song since college.

5am rolled around and we got to the hospital on time. I got into my room and changed into my CRAZY comfy hospital gown (seriously, this was one of the best parts of my stay - excluding the baby - it was so so soft and snuggly that I may have accidentally included it in my suitcase going home...) and hopped into the not as crazy comfortable bed. The nurses started up my pitocin at about 6/6:30am and then the miracle of birth began to proceed....


By about 8am I was getting seriously bored. The contractions had picked up and were vaguely intense but nothing like what I knew they could be. I was induced with Tot, and had a natural labor with Little David, and so I knew exactly how bad the pitocin contractions could get and how much worse they were then the natural labor I had with Little David. But I still planned on trying to do it without an epidural, so I figured this would take awhile. We got some music playing and chatted a little, and I mostly just played around with my iTouch while Dave played on the iPhone (we're so hightech) and my Mom read magazines. It was a total snoozefest.

About 8:15 my Doctor came in and checked me and I was about 6cm, so good, but not close yet. We joked around and chatted about all the bets people had made on how fast I would do this and he placed his bet for 10:30am. We decided to have him go ahead and break my water (I swear it looked like he pulled a knitting needle the size of a javelin out from the tray of ... utensils or whatever it is they call all that stuff) and up the pitocin at about 8:30am.

Well, that did the trick.

By 8:45 I was in PAIN. The real stuff. For those of you who have had natural labors, it went from early labor pain levels to transition labor pain levels in about 15 minutes. It. Was. Bad. Needless to say, I opted right for that epidural. Dave had actually punched the nurses button about 30 seconds before I turned to him and told him that I needed the drugs.

And they were glorious.

The anesthesiologist got there by 9am and proceed to give me a spinal block epidural (or however you say that). It took MUCH longer to get than my epidural with Taylor and I had to go into my happy place to get through it. Funny enough, all I kept thinking that entire HALF HOUR (seriously) was If I am as limp as a rag doll, the contractions won't hurt as much. Just limp like a rag doll. Just like Raggedy Ann. Like Raggedy Ann giving birth. How would Raggedy Ann even do that?" And I pictured all of these tiny Rag Babies falling out from under Raggedy Anns dress. Yes, it was weird. And yes, I actually snickered aloud at the thought of all those Rag Babies just falling from limp Raggedy Ann. But it got me through the eternal epidural and by the end, I was completely free from all pain.

Again, It. Was. Glorious.

And just like I had remembered from my labor with Tot, the epidural felt like hot chocolate on a cold day. I had once again gotten so cold, so pale, and so tense from the pitocin contractions that I simply couldn't relax and DUDE, the epidural made me relax. It was awesome. I declared my love once again to the anesthesiologist, and she took her miracle cart elsewhere to be the star in another laboring woman's dreams.

So, at this point, it's 9:30 and I am feeling GOOD. Totally pain free, and actually can't even tell if I am still contracting or not. The doctor came back in at about 9:45 and proceeded to hang out with us and chat and we all told jokes and stories and laughed(has to have been the most relaxed birthing atmosphere ever) and a little before 10am he checks me and lo and behold I am at a 10! I am feeling nothing so I don't really believe him, and when he asks if I want to go ahead and push, I was thinking "Well, sure, we can give it a go, but I don't think anything is quite ready yet."

How wrong was I!

Everything got set up, Dave got beside me (after asking if I would like Eye of the Tiger playing on our little speakers - I declined, because while funny to think about, not entirely appropriate) and he held my hand, the nurse set up the mirror so we could watch (TOTALLY GROSS) and two pushes later, at 10:07am, Allison Margaret shot out into the world like a greased pig. And she was perfection.

We laughed in total disbelief because no matter how many kids you have, it's always totally incredible that one minute they are this invisible person inside of you, that you only know theoretically, and the next minute they are outside of you, totally knowable. All the waiting is over and they are HERE.

So, that was the birth story. Lots of laughing, minimal pain, totally relaxed, and total perfection. Dave and I have already decided that should we decide to walk this road again (and that is by no means a certain plan) that we are going to do it exactly the same way, as far as it depends on us. My recovery has been freakishly easy (no tearing - hurray!!), my energy levels high, and our family mood one of going with the flow. We are much more prepared for this child mentally than we were for our other two, and that seems to have made a huge difference.

All in all, I give this birth an A+ and high marks for hilarity. It's not everyone who gets to enjoy such a comfy hospital gown and awesome epidural , and it's certainly not everyone who gets to shadowbox to Eye of the Tiger on the day of her labor and delivery.

I'd say it was a pretty great day to be Unsinkable :)

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Quick Update

UK here - sneaking in an update while the Gator sleeps and Tot and Little David are watchingWordWorld on PBS. Can't say how much time I'll have, so I'll make it fast:

Today is my first day entirely alone with all three children and so far I have managed to shower, do a load of dishes, a load of laundry, and keep everyone alive. Not too shabby! We still have some kinks to work out, like making sure everyone has snacks and drinks before I start to nurse, figuring out how to keep it relatively quiet for the Gator while she sleeps but still let Tot and Little David room to play how they want, and figuring out how to complete single tasks before someone needs me.

I think the transition from two kids to three will be quite fun, it's already been a blast. I mean, seriously, I'm dealing with cuteness on so many levels:

Ps - I'm still figuring out my new camera, so bear with me through the blurry shots and weird uploads!

Friday, July 17, 2009

Welcome To The World, Gator Baby!

Allison Margaret Chapman a.k.a "The Gator"
Friday July 17, 2009
6 lbs. 11oz.

Perfect as perfect can be :)

Birth story and more pictures to follow tomorrow!

Thursday, July 16, 2009

UK Labor Watch: The Last Fetus Friday

Week: 38 WEEKS!!!

Weight Gain: 26 lbs. (See Cravings For More Details.)

Aches & Pains: Aches and Pains?? Why yes, I have been having some of those. I went to the Doctor yesterday to be checked and to schedule my induction. I had started to contract before the appointment, they got more intense as I waited, and then when he checked me I was almost 3 cm. Good news for Unsinkable! So, after talking with him we got me on the schedule
for Friday the 17 at 5 am - WOOT! I was TOTALLY stoked and excited. And of course, still contracting. I continued to contract more and more, getting to about 2 minutes apart and pretty intense. So I called Dave and had him come home and called the doctor. I wen
t back in to be checked and sho' nuff, I was now a 3 1/2. Not much, but something. He then sent me over to Labor and Delivery where I was instructed to walk around for an hour and drink a crap ton of water (my words, not his obviously). I did so, and continued to contract regularly and intensely. I was 85% sure our baby was coming! Well, after over two hou
rs of this, I progressed to 4cm and they said that since I was already coming on Friday for an induction that I should just go on home. Boo. And true to form, I got home and by the time I fell asleep the contractions had slowed WAAAYYY down. I got up this morning bright and early at 4am (who doesn't love pregnancy insomnia??) and by 6am the contractions started back up again. So, for the last 7 hours I have been contracting sporadically, pretty hard, but nothing to rush to the hospital for. After all, at 5 AM TOMORROW, I'll be getting this started anyways :)
Me, being monitored.

So, the aches and pains at this point are actually labor aches and pains, and I'll take those any day. Other than that, I'm still feeling pretty good. Tired, but good. And READY to see this person of mine!!

Cravings: Twix. Oh the twix. I know you'll find it hard to believe, but I have a soft spot in my heart (and on my butt) for all kinds of chocolate candy. Before the Twix Obsession, I was digging hardcore on ice cream. Every. Single. Night. Nom nom nom.
Then, it was Sweet Cake Rolls. And now, it's The Twix. Poor Dave is reduced to making 10pm runs to the gas station just to fill the void. The funny part is, is that I haven't voluntarily chosen a Twix bar in forever. I mean, I'll never turn one down, but they aren't my number one choice on a normal basis. Whooo Daddy they are now! I can't go anywhere without picking one up, and I have one right before I go to bed (maybe the reason for the insomnia??). I won't lie, I'm looking forward to no longer having such strong candy cravings after the baby. I will always love me some chocolate, but this obsession has to end. Or my end will start looking like a Mack Truck.

Totally Cool Developments: I'M HAVING A BABY TOMORROW. Yep, that's the best development of all.

Belly Shot: So, this is it. The last belly shot! You'll have to forgive the weirdo face, Dave took this last night at 10pm ish, after the long day of contractions, and had he not remembered I never would have. He knew that I wanted one last shot, what a good guy! So, anyways, here I am - the most pregnant I have ever been, LOL :)

Stay tuned for details tomorrow!!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009


Okay friends, the time is nigh. Baby Girl is head down, ready to go!

I have been in and out of the Doctor's office and hospital today with some major contractions! I'm sitting at 4cm right now, but they sent me home from the hospital for lack of progress (wah wah wah....). I am still contracting regularly and with decent intensity, but nothing that I think will produce a baby anytime soon. Sooooo.....we are on UK Labor Watch. I'll be updating this periodically as things happen (or don't happen, I guess) but regardless of my progress today I did get some fantastic news at the Doctor's office this morning - we're going in for an induction Friday morning!

Needless to say, I would love to get this party started naturally, but if Baby Gator isn't feeling it tonight or tomorrow, then at 5am this Friday we will go into the hospital and shake her on out!

Stay Tuned for updates (I may even attempt liveblogging the induction :) ) and pictures!!

~ UK Out.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Tot Speak

Today, while I am actively using the restroom.

T: Hey Mom?
UK: Need some privacy, Tot.
T: But I have a question.
UK: When I'm done, Tot.
T: What happens when food goes down my mouth? I have an idea. I chew it and it goes down my throat and past my boobies and into my stomach and then my stomach digests it and it evaporates. Is that right?
UK: Can we continue this discussion at any other time?
T: Ugh. Fine. But am I right?
UK: Something like that.


Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Belly Shot, Belly Shot, Ooh La La Belly Shot.

37 Weeks, my friends.
I am officially the size of the Hindenburg.

I have an appointment tomorrow in which I will be examined in every way imaginable and get a sonogram done to determine if my little baby chickadee is head down, head up, or sideways like she has been. At this point, she changes positions so often I have no idea where she is at until she pokes something out at me, so I have no idea what we'll discover tomorrow. Ideally, she'll be head down and ready to go, so that's what we're hoping for. Also, we're hoping that I've dilated to a ten and just didn't know it and she's born tomorrow. You know, whatever. :)

Anyways, I'll keep you posted. I know you're dying. :)