Birth Announcement Proof

Here is the proof for our birth announcement. I found this through a friend of a friend. www.mykindacard.com It's a great website, and she works super fast.

Gabe's arrival

WARNING: Males and some females may not want to read. A birth story is never pretty.

A lot has happened since my last post. I gave birth to a sweet little baby boy named Gabriel William Gentry. He entered this world in a very creative way, so we know already our hands are going to be full with him. He is a bit of a dare devil and stunt man.

On Wednesday, August 15th I went to the doctor at 3:30. I was 3 cm dialated and fully effaced. I really didn't want to have to go to work on Monday, so my doctor went ahead and stripped my membranes because that can sometimes start contractions. Let me tell you, stripping of membranes is not pleasant at all. I had already been having strong contractions for 2 days but nothing regular. I went home hoping that something would occur and feeling extremely uncomfortable. Ty was on call and didn't get home until about 7:30. We went to eat at Western Sizzlin because I wanted their salad bar. I was having several contractions, but still nothing regular. We arrive home, and I have this sudden urge to finish hanging the lanterns in Gabe's room. I'm vacuuming, mopping, and doing laundry. I pack Ty's bag for the hospital. The whole time I'm having pretty strong contractions, but I wasn't paying attention to length or time in between. Ty notices that I'm having to stop often because the contractions are so intense. At 11:15, we sit down to watch Tommy Boy, and he starts timing contractions. At 11:30 we've decided it's time to leave for the hospital because the contractions are less than 4 minutes apart and are lasting for about a 1 1/2 minutes.

We get to the hospital by 11:45. They check me and I'm 5 cm dialated. They ask me if I can walk to the delivery room, I tell them yes, but quickly change my mind. I turn around and run to the restroom to throw up. My salad bar came back up the other way. That was an embarrassing surprise to me. I'm already in the hospital gown at this point, so I'm exposing myself to everyone. I quickly get over this exposure embarrassment. Everyone has to look at you at some point, so you get to the point when you just don't care. The nurse decides I need to be wheeled to my room with a barf bag. I get checked in and they give me Staydol while I wait for the epidural. The Staydol made me extremely loopy. I couldn't make complete sentences, my speech was slurred, and I answered normal questions incorrectly (i.e. my maiden name was Dills instead of Diles). Ty corrected all of my mistakes. By 1 a.m. I had my epidural and was dialated to 7 cm. In case you are wondering, epidurals are wonderful. I didn't even know I was having contractions. I slept off and on until about 5 am. My doctor was on his way to the hospital and I was dialated to 10. However, my water still had not broke. Several nurses attempted to break it but they couldn't. They decided to have me push to try and break my water.

At 5:05 I started pushing. My water broke on the first push and then I see complete fear in my nurses faces. When my water broke, Gabe's heart rate dropped down into the 50s. They started trying to massage his head to raise his heart rate and they turn the monitor away, so I can't see it. The doctor came in not long after this. He's wearing a baseball cap and generally joking around, however when he sees the monitor he is all business. His baseball cap comes flying off, and he's asking all sorts of questions about Gabe's umbilical cord and other questions. I start to cry because I can see the fear on everyone's faces. I'm told that if his heart rate doesn't come up soon, we'll have to do an emergency c-section. I start to push hard core, but because we have to get him out quickly, my epidural is not wearing out fast enough, so I can't feel to push. Well, Gabe's heart completely goes off the moniter. Meaning, there is no heart rate registering at all. The doctor says, I'm going to use forceps and if the baby doesn't come out on this push we're doing a c-section. All of the doctors and nurses are in the room on standby reading to perform the surgery. Of course I'm becoming extremely nervous and scared about my baby boy. At 5:48, I push and see Gabe being pulled out. The next thing I see made me start bawling. I see Gabe's full body in the air, his head in the forceps, and then he slips out of the forceps into the catch pan. I did not know the catch pan was there, so I think Gabe has fallen to the floor. Ty thinks this as well, so he drops to the floor to get him. I think he has passed out. So, I'm lying on the bed not hearing my baby cry thinking he has fallen to the floor, knowing that they couldn't find his heartbeat, and that my husband has passed out. I'm basically hysterical. When Gabe fell, all of the nurses and doctors flinched and gasped. This scared me as well. I have never seen a doctor move so fast. He scooped Gabe up and started slapping him to make him cry. After 1 minute, I hear Gabe cry, so all was well.

So less than 14 hours after my membranes were stripped, I delivered a healthy baby boy. We still have no idea why his heart rate dropped. Now for some pictures:

Waiting Game

WARNING****Complaining and possibly too much information for some in this post.

Currently, I'm playing a waiting game. I hate waiting. I've always been pretty impatient. I was so tired of waiting to graduate high school, then marriage, then college graduation, job searching, etc. Now, I'm tired of waiting for my son to arrive on the outside world. I am so very ready for him to quit "cooking." I'm tired of not being able to breathe or sleep. I constantly have to go the bathroom. My hips hurt and I am uncomfortable about 110% of the time. I am tired of thinking, "Is today the day?" I'm tired of answering when I'm due, if I'm coming back to school when school starts, how long I'm taking off, and if people are on my call list for when I go to the hospital. I'm tired of wondering if this contraction I'm currently feeling is the start to the real thing and when will my next contraction occur. I'm tired of not being able to bend over to paint my toenails. I'm tired of being self conscious about my water breaking in public, intense heat causing embarrassing sweat stains, and all sorts of other weird things that happen to a pregnant body that can cause embarrassing situations (i.e. leaking boobs during class, smells, etc.). I am just very tired of waiting.

The Last Month

Please forgive my long absence. My husband and I have been working on a new budget to prepare for baby Gabe. One of the things deemed not necessary is internet because once I go back to school, I'll have it all the time. So, here I am bored out of my mind, waiting on a baby to arrive with no internet access at the house. I have to transport our laptop to places to get on and check everyone's updates. I think I will adjust to this development eventually, but right now, I hate it!!!

We had a good fireworks season. I of course thought it was way too hot, and was glad that Ty and our friend Josh insisted that I spend lots of time in the hotel in the air conditioning. I am glad that we went ahead and decided to sell fireworks this year. It turned out to be quite lucrative for us.

Baby update: I'm 34 weeks which is a milestone because that means Gabe's lungs are developed enough to need little or no support if he was born now. The doctor would like for him to stay put for at least another two weeks. I on the otherhand would be completely happy to have the soccer games in my belly cease. I feel good, but I tire easily. I try to take naps and sleep through the night, but my bladder and comfort does not allow for that. I think our house is hot, but friends think it is cold enough to hang meat. We are almost completely finished with the room. I'll take pictures when we are finished. We are wanting 2 Japanese lanterns for night lights. I also need a power cord, lightbulbs, and to finish painting the trim. Since these are all cosmetic and utility type issues, Gabe could come at any time and have a place to stay that is ready for him. My blood pressure is great (122/70) and so is my weight (19 lbs). The only problem I am facing is a little back pain and swollen hands and feet(but that varies on a day to day basis). I will let you know when the tyke makes his arrival. I know that God has a plan for that, but it would work out quite well for mine and Ty's jobs if he chose the 15th of August.

Fireworks

Tomorrow I leave for Tennessee for fireworks. I'll just be gone this first weekend and then I'll return a week later for the long haul. I have to finish up a few grad classes to be able to stay. However, I have lots of anxiety about it this year. What if I go into labor? I'm 7 hours away from my doctor although he has given me the go ahead to go. I am confident that I will be completely miserable. I don't want to go, but the money will help with the new addition. Pray that we stay safe and I don't have a baby in Tennessee.

Pregnancy Woes

Several things have changed since I've been pregnant. I'm blaming all the weird things on pregnancy. I have no idea if they are related or not.

• I can't get comfortable when sitting or lying.
• My feet look funny.
• My toenail paint is chipping badly and I don't care....It's not comfortable to reach my toes.
• I have a permanant crease on the top part of my belly from the hideous full panel pants.
• I want to sleep all the time.
• I have to pea all the time.
• When I cough, sneeze, or laugh, I have to run to the restroom because it forces pee out.
• I get winded when climbing a flight of stairs, but can walk on a flat surface for miles.
• My knees hurt when I squat down.
• I cry at random things.
• When Gabe flips over, I have a contraction. This is not a comfortable thing especially when sitting in a grad class.
• My pets are determined to lay down on my belly.
• All food taste good.
• I can't remember anything, and my filing system is totally different. (Ex. I put my sunglasses away in the fridge. To be fair, I realize this is a mistake and has only ocurred once)

Gabe update

I'm 27 weeks pregnant and feeling huge. I've gained 8 pounds in the last four weeks. The good news is, I'm still way below my target weight. The bad news is that if I continue to gain weight at this rate I'll gain 26 more pounds before the baby is here. That's how much I'm supposed to gain total!!! I've got to slow way down. All that being said, Gabe is doing great. He's got a good heart rate. My blood pressure is good and so is my blood sugar. I'm doing well. The doctor said he expects Gabe to come around the middle of August instead of the first weekend in September. He said he would make sure that Gabe was born before school started if that's what I wanted. To some extent I want to go into labor naturally, but the logistics of having Gabe before school starts would be great. That means that I would be able to be home with him longer, and I wouldn't have to be teaching seventh graders at nine months pregnant. On the other hand if I had Gabe on his due date or later, I could get my students started on their routine before I'm gone, and the sub wouldn't mess the rest of the year up for me as bad. The truth is, I'm not sure what is best for me and the baby. I'll be praying a lot about this situation and you are welcome to join in on this as well. I feel great however my back hurts because Gabe likes to sit on my sciatic nerve on my left side. He does lots of flips and kicks. My whole belly moves around at night when I lay down. That is when Gabe is very active. We have the crib and the bedding. We need the dresser/changing table and to move a few shelves and then his room will be finished. My siblings came to visit this weekend and we received lots of goodies from them (ex. bassinet, pack-n-play, bath tub, maternity clothes, baby clothes, and lots of other gear). I'm looking forward to being out of school for the rest of my pregnancy, so I can relax and try to limit the swelling of my feet.

School's Out

School's out for summer!!!! I have big plans of finishing a nursery, taking two grad classes, and resting a whole lot. I may travel to see friends. I may make friends come see me. I am so glad that I do not have to wake up Monday morning at 6:00. Life is good!

I love Lucy

The other night, Ty and I had an original "I Love Lucy" episode in our kitchen. I came home from work and Ty was in the kitchen starting dinner. He had this huge casserole dish on the stove top. I thought he was just doing prep work of chopping and stuff, so I didn't say anything about how that dish can't be heated on the burner. I went into the laundry room, and just as I step in there, I hear this huge explosion. I walk back into the kitchen to see that the casserole dish was split in half. Ty didn't know that the casserole dish couldn't be used on the burner, and he had the burner on to melt the butter. Well, I start cleaning up broken shards of pyrex and the food that was in the dish. Ty continues cooking. I start to smell something burning. So I am checking burners, and can't find anything. Ty told me that he had turned on the oven. I open the oven to find a stryofoam container that Ty had left in there completely melted. So I start to clean that up. I had to turn the oven off, so it would be cool enough for me to get stuff out. All the stryofoam then cooled and wouldn't come off. So we had to turn the oven back on to be able to get the stryofoam out. I was laughing so hard by the end of this. We did eventually eat our dinner, but it took a lot longer. I'm not sure why we didn't give up, but we didn't and dinner was great. Now whenever we turn on our oven, we still smell burnt plastic. We can't find it in the oven. I hope that isn't a fire hazard.

Food

I've always heard about craving food while pregnant. I haven't been craving things, but I can say this. EVERYTHING TASTES SO GOOD!!! I could eat all day even when I'm not hungry (which isn't often). I love sweet things especially anything with fruit. I never knew that the sense of taste was so enhanced during pregnancy.

Random fact: Amniotic fluid tastes like the food that you eat. The baby's tastebuds are almost fully developed by the 21st week in utero. Pregnant women really like sweet things because their breastmilk is sweet and the flavor of the amniotic prepares the baby for sweet things. It has been seen on some women's ultrasounds that the baby spat out the amniotic fluid when they ate something really sour before the ultrasound. I might try that on my next ultrasound.

To do:

I have so many things on my to do list. I am a terrible procrastinator. Some of these things have to be accomplished by the morning, others next week, and others by the time Gabe gets here. I'm blogging to procrastinate even longer.

• finish presentation by tomorrow
• type a treatment plan
• buy a ream of paper
• make copies of presentation and treatment plan by 8 a.m.
• lesson plans for next week
• call businesses to give awards for student's projects
• finalize field trip info by Monday
• attend my sister-in-laws graduation sunday services
• attend a cook out with family
• finish the floor in the room we are remodeling
• after the floor is finished, move guest bed into that room
• after bed is moved, move crib into baby room
• pay bills
• move Ty's clothes to closet in our bedroom to make room for Gabe's gifts on Friday
• laundry
• dishes
• clean floors
• buy make-up
• clean out fridge

I know there are other things on my list, but these are very pressing. I guess I better get started. Gabe is trying to kick the laptop off of my belly. Maybe he's trying to tell me something.

Random Story

My principal and I had a conversation about Kindergarten Round-up recently because his son will be in kindergarten next year. This made me think of my own kindergarten round up experience.

My parents were moving to a new town before I started kindergarten. My mom drove me the two hours from our home to the town we would be moving to that summer. I stood in the front seat (before car seats were mandatory for toddlers) and talked non-stop for the whole trip. I laughed and talked about completely random things. I still have this unfortunate trait today (just ask my husband). As Mom takes the exit, I start crying uncontrollably. I was screaming, "What if I fail?" My mom still has no idea how I knew about failing tests, but I was sure I was going to fail. She finally calmed me down in time for me to take my tests. However, she couldn't go with me. I was traumatized. When the testing was over, Mom asked me how it went. I told her, "Oh, it was easy. They made me hop on one foot, count, name letters, and name coins." To this day I remember the questions they asked and which question I missed. I know I missed the identify of a nickel. I can explain this unfortunate event though. They only showed me one coin at a time. I got the penny and dime correct. When they placed the nickel on the table, they only let me see the back. I couldn't tell, so I said it was a quarter. When the next coin was a quarter, I recognized my mistake immediately. However, the teacher wouldn't let me change my answer, I asked. Apparently, even with missing one question, you are allowed to enter kindergarten. I didn't fail, thank goodness. I have never failed a test or class because I still have this intense fear of failing. Maybe I should get counseling. :)

Gabe's room

This is what Gabe's bedding looks like. Our room is a darker shade of blue. The crib is a combination of a dark and light wood.

I'm definitely pregnant

I cried tonight because Ty tried to get me to eat a cashew, and I hate cashews. As I got up to go get tissue I had to step over a babygate (at a friend's house), Ty said I wouldn't be able to do that in two or three months. So the crying continued. I'm definitely pregnant!

My son's a punk

My husband calls our son a punk. Gabe is a very active boy. He kicks me all the time. I enjoy feeling him move all the time. Ice cream, music, and really sweet food really gets him moving. When Ty and I are both off work, I try to get Ty to feel him move. Ty has still not felt Gabe move because as Ty says our son is a punk. He falls asleep instantly as soon as Ty's hand touches my belly.

Now only if Ty's magical powers could work after Gabe arrives.

Contacts, sweet contacts

I am blind as a bat. I've worn contacts since 5th grade. I started with contacts. I somehow convinced my mom that I was responsible enough to wear disposable contacts at the ripe age of 10. I wore my contacts but not at the recommended wear for a week, rest, and then one more week. After that I was supposed to throw them away. Well, I chose the method of wearing them until they were so dirty I couldn't see out of them or they fell out of my eyes. I would throw them away and sleep without them and then the next morning I would put the new pair in. I have not had trouble with my contacts at all. Sure, I've had pink eye and a few other eye infections, but I couldn't be happier with my contacts. I only got glasses in case I had an infection because my camp days would cause that to frequently occur. About a month ago my contacts had reached maximum dirt. I did my normal routine of throwing them away. I knew I had a back up pair because I had just bought them. I went to bed thinking I had nothing to worry about. The next morning, the extra pairs weren't there. I couldn't find them anywhere. I checked the closet and medicine cabinet. I even checked luggage to see if I had packed them and never unpacked. No where. I can't even begin to tell you how difficult this was without my glasses on. I decided to wear the glasses and keep looking for my contacts for awhile because I didn't want to have to pay for another box when I had extras already. After 3 weeks, I gave in. I was tired of wearing my glasses and the contacts where still no where to be found. I ordered two boxes (12 pairs) just in case. I had forgotten how much I loved contacts. What a joy to be able to see what time it is when I wake up in the middle of the night (which happens a lot these days with Gabe getting big enough to press on my bladder). I now check everyday to make sure the contacts are still on the bathroom shelf every morning, so I don't have to experience this again.

My alarm clock digits are 3 inches tall, and I have to hold it up to my face to see the clock. There's no hope for even possibly seeing my watch. Thank goodness for contacts!

Spring Sing Review 2007

This is mainly for my friend, Lindsey, who was missing in action this year.

Kappa Gamma, Shantih, Chi Kappa Rho: Egyptians: Okay music and dancing, great costumes. Not very many people. Hard to follow story line. Grandmothers out of grave, mummies, matchmaking. Placed in visual effects but nothing else.

Gamma Sigs, Pi Theta Phi, Iota Chi: Pirates: Good music, clever costumes that showed when everyone was together. The downside, if someone was off it looked really bad!!!! Placed 4th overall

Ju Go Ju, Kojies: Candy Shop: Funny thing(their charity was Juvenile Diabetes), Cute girly costumes as always, okay story line, Lots of fun characters (Candy Man, Dentists, Fudge, M&Ms, gumdrops, Lollipop girls that tapped danced, Pepto Bismol) Choreography was together and cute. Really cute lyrics; They won every category except music. They used Sunshine Day and the Keep On Brady Bunch songs. Placed 1st overall

Chi Sigs, Regina: Aliens: Kind of weird because their main characters were farmers in Roswell and then the Aliens showed up. Alien costumes were really good. They were still trying to use those same Gold Rush moves. It just doesn't work anymore especially when it isn't clean.

TNT, Zeta Rho: Puppets: They did so good! It was by far my favorite. The performers stayed in character even when they changed formations. Their moves looked like they were attached to strings. They had Pinnochio as someone who had removed his strings and that it wasn't all it was cracked up to be because he had to bathe. They had a human size loofa and bar of soap. Cracked me up!!! Placed 3rd overall

Oege, Gata: Arcade: Very small show. Costumes weren't that great, but idea was cute. Had a large PacMan and Mrs. PacMan. Also had those moles that you bonk on the head with a mallet. Most of the show centered around a DDR competition. Those two dancers were really good.

ChiOs, Delta Gamma Rho: Elementary Kids: Really cute!! Had teachers, lunch ladies with huge rearends, detention hall for a food fight at lunch. Just overall a neat idea. Costumes were simple and lyrics were easy to understand. Lunch ladies beformed a Michael Jackson Dance and changed the Beat it lyrics to Eat it. It was very creative. One first in Music and 2nd overall.

The further I am removed from Harding in age the sadder Spring Sing is to me. I miss it so much, but I'm almost let down when I go to see it. It doesn't carry that same joy it once did for me. Maybe it's because I no longer particpate, or I see fewer and fewer friends each year. I don't know what it is, but I'm no longer IN LOVE WITH SPRING SING. It was a very sad realization to come to.

I was wrong!

Well, I went to the doctor yesterday. I was wrong. We are not having a girl because there is a definite appendage on the ultrasound. That's right, we are having a boy!!!! His name is going to be Gabriel William. We plan on calling him Gabe. We are both so excited. The nursery is already painted blue, so we don't have to change the color. In other news, last month I had lost a pound. This month I gained 3 from last month. So I'm only 2 pounds over my starting weight. However, I look like I'm about 15 pounds over my starting weight. If you want belly pictures, let me know. Ty won't let me post them on the internet, so I'll have to email them to you.

Busy

This week my sister-in-law, Katie, and a college suitemate, Andrea, asked to get together with me before the semester is out. Being the date and time oriented person I am, I pulled out my calendar to check when I could meet up with these lovely ladies. I was shocked that I had to continue flipping until April 21st for my meeting with Andrea. Then it was May 12 for Katie. I'm going to have to slow down after this baby gets here.

Brief glimpse at my busy schedule:
Today: Quiz Bowl moderator (reading questions that made me feel stupid)
Mon, Tues, Thurs of next week: working track meets
Friday-Sun: Sister in town and Ty and I camping
Mar. 24-Mar. 31: Disneyworld
April 6-8: Spring Sing/Easter/Friends
April 14: Grad class
April 21: Andrea!!!!
April 28: Grad class
May 5: Grad class
May 16: Working 6A state track meet (I get out of school for this).

I'm gonna have to stop volunteering.

Predictions

Although I have said that I don't care if I have a boy or girl, I want it to be healthy. However, the more I think about it, the more I want a boy. There is something so special about having a big brother, so I want my first to be a boy. All that being said, I think I'm having a girl. I went to the doctor today. The baby's heartrate was 150-160 beats per minute. I just feel like it's a girl. Everything that is pink is so cute to me. I just feel deep down that it's a girl. I will find out April 10th or 11th. Tune in for the details later.