Besides the whole pregnancy and labor thing, I think I've officially been initiated as a mom. Last night I got pooped on. A lot. I spent the morning scrubbing baby poop out of my white g's, my white boppy pillow, my white boppy pillow cover (which was SUPPOSED to protect my pillow, but didn't), and Luke's white onesie (seriously, who makes white baby clothes?). Oh, and my scrubs.
I think I have managed to get it out, using a combination of soaking everything in detergent bleach overnight and then a lot of elbow grease and Zout this morning. How does everyone else get baby poop stains out? Because if my current method didn't work (the jury is still out as Jason just went down to put everything in the washer), then I'll need some other ideas. Don't worry. I won't dry anything until I'm satisfied the stains are gone.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Mr. Man
Luke is now 3 weeks old. We're both figuring out the whole nursing thing, but it's getting better all the time. My parents came to visit and help out for a couple weeks, but I only got one picture of them. It was great to have someone here to bounce Luke if I needed a nap or to do my dishes or to make dinner for us. Also, they got to see some of Chicago while they were here.
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| This is the only picture we got of my parents. This is us at Navy Pier. |
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| Luke at about a week old. We're taking a similar picture every week so you can see his growth. |
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| Mom and Luke. I tend to not wear makeup or do my hair anymore. |
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| Bathtime! This was his second bath at home. He cried for most of it, which was weird because he hasn't cried for any other baths. I think he had gas or something. |
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| Cute picture of Dad and Luke sleeping. |
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| We went to the Hershey store downtown. Jason carried Luke around in the Baby Bjorn. He got a little tired and took a power nap in the store. Luke looks like a little turtle on his tummy. |
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Luke Jay Peterson
Let the blogging world know: I have a son. His name is Luke Jay Peterson, born 12-27-11 at 7 pounds 3 oz and 20 inches long. We just liked the name Luke (and it seemed appropriate for Christmas-time) and Jay is for his paternal grandfather.
Fun anecdote. Some possible middle names thrown around (in jest): Skywalker, Warm, Mom-no-hands, Harder, Two (because it was Christmas time), and Emia (my personal favorite).
If you get squeamish by medical terms, stop reading.
We went in to the hospital at 3:30 am for me to be induced. My doctor was kind enough to induce me at just over 39 weeks, partially because I was already dilated to 3 cm, partially because she was quitting delivering babies on January 1 (just before mine was due), and partially because I'm a greedy miser and didn't want to pay my insurance deductible twice. They started the actual induction at 5:00 am and by 7:30, I had an epidural. I had already decided beforehand that I wanted an epidural so after 45 minutes of labor pains I decided I didn't need to be hero and endure any more labor pains. "Save my energy for pushing this baby out," thought I.
Around 9:30 am, the OB resident checked me and I was dilated to 5 cm. I was all prepared to just hang out the rest of the day because I was induced and had an epidural and those typically progress slowly. In the meantime, I played puzzles on my computer and pushed my little epidural-administering button whenever I felt some pain. At 11:00 am, my nurse rushed in and asked if I had been feeling consistent pressure in my nether regions. Honestly, I hadn't been paying that much attention. I just pushed the epidural button whenever I felt discomfort. The reason the nurse rushed in though was because Luke's heart rate had dropped, often a sign of being ready to deliver. The OB resident checked me and I was complete! My doctor was finishing up a c-section on another patient, I wasn't uncomfortable, I didn't feel the need to push, and Luke's heart rate had come back up, so we decided to just hang out and let my body "labor down" on its own until my doctor was ready.
My doctor got there at noon. By the time she checked me, she could already see Luke's head. I started pushing at 12:05 and he arrived at 12:25. I was so astounded. I couldn't believe I had a baby already and with so (relatively) little effort on my part. I was mostly just tired because I had woken up at 3:00 that morning and not because I had just had a baby. I did tear a bit, but not too badly. I'm starting to feel better, although I run out of energy surprisingly quickly.
We feel incredibly lucky/blessed. I had an easy pregnancy and an easy delivery and have an easy baby (so far anyway). He sleeps 20 hours a day, eats for 3 hours (not all at the same time), and sits and stares for the other hour. He rarely cries and only grunts when he's getting hungry. Plus, he's pretty cute.
Fun anecdote. Some possible middle names thrown around (in jest): Skywalker, Warm, Mom-no-hands, Harder, Two (because it was Christmas time), and Emia (my personal favorite).
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| He's adorable, if I do say so myself |
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| Family picture. I promise I am dressed, even though it doesn't really look like it. See that black-ish, yellow-ish pattern next to Jason's shirt? That's my sleeve. |
If you get squeamish by medical terms, stop reading.
We went in to the hospital at 3:30 am for me to be induced. My doctor was kind enough to induce me at just over 39 weeks, partially because I was already dilated to 3 cm, partially because she was quitting delivering babies on January 1 (just before mine was due), and partially because I'm a greedy miser and didn't want to pay my insurance deductible twice. They started the actual induction at 5:00 am and by 7:30, I had an epidural. I had already decided beforehand that I wanted an epidural so after 45 minutes of labor pains I decided I didn't need to be hero and endure any more labor pains. "Save my energy for pushing this baby out," thought I.
Around 9:30 am, the OB resident checked me and I was dilated to 5 cm. I was all prepared to just hang out the rest of the day because I was induced and had an epidural and those typically progress slowly. In the meantime, I played puzzles on my computer and pushed my little epidural-administering button whenever I felt some pain. At 11:00 am, my nurse rushed in and asked if I had been feeling consistent pressure in my nether regions. Honestly, I hadn't been paying that much attention. I just pushed the epidural button whenever I felt discomfort. The reason the nurse rushed in though was because Luke's heart rate had dropped, often a sign of being ready to deliver. The OB resident checked me and I was complete! My doctor was finishing up a c-section on another patient, I wasn't uncomfortable, I didn't feel the need to push, and Luke's heart rate had come back up, so we decided to just hang out and let my body "labor down" on its own until my doctor was ready.
My doctor got there at noon. By the time she checked me, she could already see Luke's head. I started pushing at 12:05 and he arrived at 12:25. I was so astounded. I couldn't believe I had a baby already and with so (relatively) little effort on my part. I was mostly just tired because I had woken up at 3:00 that morning and not because I had just had a baby. I did tear a bit, but not too badly. I'm starting to feel better, although I run out of energy surprisingly quickly.
We feel incredibly lucky/blessed. I had an easy pregnancy and an easy delivery and have an easy baby (so far anyway). He sleeps 20 hours a day, eats for 3 hours (not all at the same time), and sits and stares for the other hour. He rarely cries and only grunts when he's getting hungry. Plus, he's pretty cute.
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