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Monday, October 6, 2014
Suck it: "A Baby Story"
There is not much I can remember in general, from what I had for breakfast to certain points in my childhood that I probably should remember but I just don't have the mental capacity for such fond memories; which is definitely sad..some of my friends remember their first day of Kindergarten...UM WHAT?!
I do in fact remember the day before and the day of when Drew came into our lives. And just when I am thinking about all the fun times we have had from that day forward, the horrors also come with them. I espeically recall them when I see "A Baby Story" on TLC. Oh the wonders of television...making a 6hr labor seem like 10 minutes of a woman laying in bed smiling, bleeping out all the curse words, or panning away from the father ready to pass out. How I wish I remembered it like that, so blissful, so cut and dry and to the point. Afterwards the woman wiping the one bead of sweat off her face and holding her brand new baby and smiling from ear to ear. The ones I especially like are the ones where the woman is adamant about getting an epidural and come to find out it's too late for it and she's gotta strap on a pair and deal with it, that's more reality I guess...
And let me back up, I had an EASY time..and by easy I mean no C-Section, got an epidural, and no problems with the little one. And let me tell you it still sucked. Like I wonder if I can do it again..I hear maybe the 2nd time is easier?! Here's the breakdown of my labor.
July 4th...everyone is out celebrating and lighting off M80's. I am at home, Matt is at work...I felt kinda crappy come late morning..had some contractions but the timing wasn't on so I took the dogs for a walk and laid on the couch pretty much all day feeling useless. I actually told Matt that day that I thought I was done working...that's how shitty I felt.
Midnight...having slept a few hours I woke up with more sharp contractions and started timing them. First ten minutes apart, then 8 and finally 5. I called the doc around 1am, he told me to wait as long as I could, walk around the house, take a shower etc. Try to relax and when I thought I was ready we could go to the hospital (because they thought I was still 5 days from my due date and I was full of shit).
3am I told Matt we need to go NOW! I was in a lot of pain and the contractions were lasting longer and were every 3-5min.We got to the hospital in about ten minutes and were admitted the smallest room ever for evaluation AND she made me lay flat on my back while she took my vitals and strapped the heart monitor to me and asked me a million questions. That KILLED my back.
4am I am at 1.5cm. WTF! The nurse tells me to start walking around and they will monitor me, if I don't dilate anymore I would have to go home.
4:15am-6am walking the halls with another lady, she is either in alot more pain then me or just expressing it alot more than I am, walking feels good, I grab a handrail when a contraction comes and we are all good in the hood.
6am they check me, I am at a 2, they debate on sending me home, I walk one more lap my mucus plug drops (I thought it was Drew..haha) they check me to make sure he's good and he is. I walk another lap and my water breaks which was like 20 gallons of water I swear, I run to the bathroom embarrassed and tell Matt to get a nurse. She checks to make sure it isn't amniotic fluid and they finally admit me. They again force me to lie on my back which is causing me IMMENSE pain. Back labor is finally here. I grab the wastebasket thinking I'm going to lose whatever is in my system from yesterday but I don't, I just feel like shit. I told Matt next time to get my ass up and get off my back!
7am the nurse asks if I want any meds, I take local...local is putting me to sleep in between contractions, it's awful, I am having weird psycho dreams within a 2 minute time period and it's doing nothing for the pain. Why am I on my back...
7am-10am I don't fricken remember I was in so much pain...my parents came in to coach me and were asking me questions I just sat there with my eyes closed and breathing (when I am in pain I am silent which I am sure the nurses appreciated)
10am I can't take it anymore give me the fricken epidural! A nurse comes in to "empty out my bladder" with a catheter...really? can't I just go to the bathroom?! 2 people come in to give it to me and seem to be having a difficult time...I can't really recall I just remember Matt asking them if they were almost done..turns out I have a mild form of scoliosis and they had poked me like 6 times to find the right spot.
11am-12pm I am still in pain but it's a little better w/ the epidural, little did I know I could ask for more..I just thought I was supposed to feel some things! Silly me.
12pm-3pm Pushing...pushing...pushing..passing out in between pushing..
3pm Doc comes in and decides I need an episiotomy...Oh REALLY is that why he isn't coming out?! Jesus I just pushed for 3hrs for what?! I feel the anesthetic she shoots up my hoohah, makes the snip and out comes Drew! I immediately burst into tears...partly from relief that the marathon is over and partly because my little boy is here! I feel her stitch me up and working on getting my placenta out. Finally when that is over they take my catheter out and stuff me full of gauze which is awesome!
Come to find out my epidural was either in the wrong spot or I didn't have enough considering I pretty much still felt everything it just took away some of my back labor which I could have done if I would have just gotten out of that damn bed! Oh well you live and you learn and like I said at least I didn't have a C-section and Drew was 100% well! Well except for his conehead for a few weeks :)
Tell me your stories and one could end up on here!
~Candace
I do in fact remember the day before and the day of when Drew came into our lives. And just when I am thinking about all the fun times we have had from that day forward, the horrors also come with them. I espeically recall them when I see "A Baby Story" on TLC. Oh the wonders of television...making a 6hr labor seem like 10 minutes of a woman laying in bed smiling, bleeping out all the curse words, or panning away from the father ready to pass out. How I wish I remembered it like that, so blissful, so cut and dry and to the point. Afterwards the woman wiping the one bead of sweat off her face and holding her brand new baby and smiling from ear to ear. The ones I especially like are the ones where the woman is adamant about getting an epidural and come to find out it's too late for it and she's gotta strap on a pair and deal with it, that's more reality I guess...
And let me back up, I had an EASY time..and by easy I mean no C-Section, got an epidural, and no problems with the little one. And let me tell you it still sucked. Like I wonder if I can do it again..I hear maybe the 2nd time is easier?! Here's the breakdown of my labor.
July 4th...everyone is out celebrating and lighting off M80's. I am at home, Matt is at work...I felt kinda crappy come late morning..had some contractions but the timing wasn't on so I took the dogs for a walk and laid on the couch pretty much all day feeling useless. I actually told Matt that day that I thought I was done working...that's how shitty I felt.
Midnight...having slept a few hours I woke up with more sharp contractions and started timing them. First ten minutes apart, then 8 and finally 5. I called the doc around 1am, he told me to wait as long as I could, walk around the house, take a shower etc. Try to relax and when I thought I was ready we could go to the hospital (because they thought I was still 5 days from my due date and I was full of shit).
3am I told Matt we need to go NOW! I was in a lot of pain and the contractions were lasting longer and were every 3-5min.We got to the hospital in about ten minutes and were admitted the smallest room ever for evaluation AND she made me lay flat on my back while she took my vitals and strapped the heart monitor to me and asked me a million questions. That KILLED my back.
4am I am at 1.5cm. WTF! The nurse tells me to start walking around and they will monitor me, if I don't dilate anymore I would have to go home.
4:15am-6am walking the halls with another lady, she is either in alot more pain then me or just expressing it alot more than I am, walking feels good, I grab a handrail when a contraction comes and we are all good in the hood.
6am they check me, I am at a 2, they debate on sending me home, I walk one more lap my mucus plug drops (I thought it was Drew..haha) they check me to make sure he's good and he is. I walk another lap and my water breaks which was like 20 gallons of water I swear, I run to the bathroom embarrassed and tell Matt to get a nurse. She checks to make sure it isn't amniotic fluid and they finally admit me. They again force me to lie on my back which is causing me IMMENSE pain. Back labor is finally here. I grab the wastebasket thinking I'm going to lose whatever is in my system from yesterday but I don't, I just feel like shit. I told Matt next time to get my ass up and get off my back!
7am the nurse asks if I want any meds, I take local...local is putting me to sleep in between contractions, it's awful, I am having weird psycho dreams within a 2 minute time period and it's doing nothing for the pain. Why am I on my back...
7am-10am I don't fricken remember I was in so much pain...my parents came in to coach me and were asking me questions I just sat there with my eyes closed and breathing (when I am in pain I am silent which I am sure the nurses appreciated)
10am I can't take it anymore give me the fricken epidural! A nurse comes in to "empty out my bladder" with a catheter...really? can't I just go to the bathroom?! 2 people come in to give it to me and seem to be having a difficult time...I can't really recall I just remember Matt asking them if they were almost done..turns out I have a mild form of scoliosis and they had poked me like 6 times to find the right spot.
11am-12pm I am still in pain but it's a little better w/ the epidural, little did I know I could ask for more..I just thought I was supposed to feel some things! Silly me.
12pm-3pm Pushing...pushing...pushing..passing out in between pushing..
3pm Doc comes in and decides I need an episiotomy...Oh REALLY is that why he isn't coming out?! Jesus I just pushed for 3hrs for what?! I feel the anesthetic she shoots up my hoohah, makes the snip and out comes Drew! I immediately burst into tears...partly from relief that the marathon is over and partly because my little boy is here! I feel her stitch me up and working on getting my placenta out. Finally when that is over they take my catheter out and stuff me full of gauze which is awesome!
Come to find out my epidural was either in the wrong spot or I didn't have enough considering I pretty much still felt everything it just took away some of my back labor which I could have done if I would have just gotten out of that damn bed! Oh well you live and you learn and like I said at least I didn't have a C-section and Drew was 100% well! Well except for his conehead for a few weeks :)
Tell me your stories and one could end up on here!
~Candace
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Store Grand Opening!
I am kicking it off with our Halloween bib for only $8.00 (normally 10.00)
Also we will be taking online polls on our Facebook page for the upcoming fabric choices to choose from, so make sure you follow us there!
Thanks again everyone!
#drewbearscloset
#halloweenbib
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
PRESALE going on now til Friday
Hey all! Although my store doesn't officially open until October 1st I decided to have a Presale since I had some people contact me already for orders. Visit my site and use coupon code PRESALE at checkout to save 20% off your order! Halloween bibs will ship immediately! Thanks everyone for your support!
www.drewbearscloset.com
Monday, September 15, 2014
Store Scheduled to open- Oct. 1st!
Wish me luck I've got some finishing touch-ups on the website and my products and then we will be live!!
I will have some Halloween bibs premade so those will be ready to ship Immediately for the holiday! Only limited supply available so get your orders in!
Preview:
And my latest project-Oil-Cloth, no need to wash, just wipe clean! Great for Toddlers and self-feeding babies!
YAY! Can't wait to start selling!
~Candace
I will have some Halloween bibs premade so those will be ready to ship Immediately for the holiday! Only limited supply available so get your orders in!
Preview:
~Candace
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Cling-on Mom
So I encountered a new breed of moms a few weeks ago...BEWARE of the Cling-on Mom!
Drew and I went to our local splashpad one hot Saturday afternoon, I was mentally preparing myself for a buttload of little screaming kids along w/ a bunch of parents not paying any attention to their kids....well was I wrong!
There was only 1 other kid and 1 parent...Holy crap! Where was everyone at...well then I figured it out, they must have some kind of Mom Call-Tree that they have in place and when this particular parent is on the field they let everyone know to stay away!
As SOON as we walk up, I didn't even have time to set down my 20lb diaper bag, she was on to me..."OH HI!"...not expecting any sort of communication I had to quickly clear the frog out of my throat and think of something to say.
She proceeded to tell me EVERY FRICKEN DETAIL of her life..Oh and her daughters life...who is 3. So much to say about someone who has only been on this planet for 3 years. I surprisingly didn't have to say much because she just went on and on and in between all her fears of BPA plastics and her child I am trying to make sure mine doesn't kill himself on the jungle gym.
Mental Note: 3 years out of work might be TOO long...
I am exhausted just thinking back on this day...needless to say as soon as Drew showed any sign of fatigue I grabbed our shit and hauled ass outta there!
PLEASE DON'T LET ME BE LIKE THAT! I just kept chanting on the way home...
So anywho thought I would share that quick tidbit in between my countless hours cutting and sewing fabric...have a great week everyone!
~Candace
Drew and I went to our local splashpad one hot Saturday afternoon, I was mentally preparing myself for a buttload of little screaming kids along w/ a bunch of parents not paying any attention to their kids....well was I wrong!
There was only 1 other kid and 1 parent...Holy crap! Where was everyone at...well then I figured it out, they must have some kind of Mom Call-Tree that they have in place and when this particular parent is on the field they let everyone know to stay away!
As SOON as we walk up, I didn't even have time to set down my 20lb diaper bag, she was on to me..."OH HI!"...not expecting any sort of communication I had to quickly clear the frog out of my throat and think of something to say.
She proceeded to tell me EVERY FRICKEN DETAIL of her life..Oh and her daughters life...who is 3. So much to say about someone who has only been on this planet for 3 years. I surprisingly didn't have to say much because she just went on and on and in between all her fears of BPA plastics and her child I am trying to make sure mine doesn't kill himself on the jungle gym.
Mental Note: 3 years out of work might be TOO long...
I am exhausted just thinking back on this day...needless to say as soon as Drew showed any sign of fatigue I grabbed our shit and hauled ass outta there!
PLEASE DON'T LET ME BE LIKE THAT! I just kept chanting on the way home...
So anywho thought I would share that quick tidbit in between my countless hours cutting and sewing fabric...have a great week everyone!
~Candace
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
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