Caleb Can Sleep Anytime, Anywhere, Anyhow

You betcha I’ll be adding pics to this post over the next 13+ years šŸ™‚ Just try to notĀ be amazed at this progression of photos I’ve taken since he was 2-years-old!

The sequel to this post shall be entitled: “Evie Won’t Sleep Anytime, Anywhere, Anyhow” (UGH!)

*If you enjoyed this post, you will also like the post documentingĀ Caleb’s shenanigans.

Seth’s Birth Story (And Why We Can’t Have a 4th Bio Child)

Can anyone relate? And no, it’s not that we can’t have another kid because I got my tubes tied. It’s just that each of our kids has been born progressively later in the pregnancy, and I’d be too concerned the next kid would never make a dĆ©but!

*Disclaimer: The story you are about to read may or may not be accurate and probably contains illogical fallacies and other nonsense. It’s only been 2 months since Seth’s birth, but it feels like forever ago and it all seems very fuzzy…which I can only chalk up to a bad case of “mommy of 3” syndrome (akaĀ my brain is complete rubbish now. And has apparently taken on a British alter ego).

The Familiar Waiting Game:

Leading up to Seth’s birth, I had plentyĀ of “Braxton hicks” contractions, but not many painful ones (unlike my 5-week-long labor with Evie). His due date of June 3rd came and went uneventfully. Although passing his due date was a bit disappointing, I knew better than to have any expectations based on my experience with previous labors.

On June 9th (6 days after his due date and 2 days before his birth), I had a non-stress test done to make sure Seth was still doing ok. This was the first time I got far enough past my due date to need one. It took forever to do because he decided to sleep the whole time, which made it difficult to get the measurements needed. After poking him a bunch of times he eventually woke up, and the nurse was able to confirm that everything still looked good. After that, I saw my doctor who swept my membranes for a second time, hoping to kickstart labor.

The Standard False Alarm (It Happens Every Time):

Later that day, I finally had some contractions that seemed to beĀ ramping up. They were consistently coming every few minutesĀ but weren’t very painful yet. I called the hospital to see if they thought I should come in, and they said I could probably wait. However, Seth hadn’t been moving around as much as usual (gee, maybe ’cause it was getting a little cramped in there??) so they told me I should come in because of that.

When Sean and IĀ arrived at the hospital, the contractions were still coming regularly and often, but weren’t increasing in intensity. We unintentionallyĀ walked the halls for a while because we forgot where labor and delivery was and couldn’t find the elevators. Turns out, the elevators are right at the entrance when you walk in.Ā Don’t judge – I was (sort of) in labor. IĀ have no defenseĀ for Sean, though.

We eventually found our way and I was checked into a triage room. On the computer in the room, we could see the contraction monitoring charts for everyone checked in. We passed the time by watching the screen and fist pumping each other every time my contraction looked more intense than women in other rooms. After a few hours of this and my pain level remaining relatively low, I was discharged around midnight and we went back home.

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Ya know, you’d think by your third labor you would know if you’re really starting active labor, but apparently not. Although if you can play a dumb game, laugh, and generally be in a good mood, it’s a fairly good sign you’re definitely not.

The Day Before Seth Was Born:

By the time we arrived back home it was past midnight and the contractions had petered out. I was able to get some sleep that night, and I woke that morning hoping to go into labor sometime during the day before returning to the hospital that evening for my scheduled induction. No such luck – I guess Seth was just too dang comfy. Even though I managed my expectations much better this time than last, I never imagined he would be so late I wouldĀ be induced!

5 pm:

I felt pretty disappointed as we made the drive out for the induction, so I drowned my sorrows in a huge Olive Garden dinner which I immediately regretted (I absolutely did not have room for it, bleh)!! I called the hospital at 5 pm to confirm they had room for me, and I was told to call back and check again at 7 because they were busy.

That was the second day in a row we had made the 45-minute drive out and I was a week overdue, crabby, and not about to be sent back home again, so I had Sean break my water. JK! But it didĀ cross my mind.

7 pm:

When I called back at 7 from the hospital parking lot, I was told I could come in at 8 pm. What a relief! No questionable medical interventions required šŸ™‚ We went in and while we sat in the waiting room, a soon-to-be-dad and his friend were sitting next to us eating pizza and drinking beer, discussing how his fiancĆ© had been in labor for a really long time. HelloooĀ 1960’s!? I almost punched him in the face and yelled at him to get back in there on behalf of his fiancĆ©, but I refrained because I needed to save my energy. Bizarre. Anyway, I digress.

8 pm:

I checked in for the forced eviction and I’m pretty sure I was put in the same room I gave birth to Evie in! (Although I’m not 100% sure since I was delirious for her entire birth and it’s all a blur). I must say it was pretty strange being admitted while not yet in labor…it was so calm and I was actually aware of what was happening around me for the first timeĀ since I wasn’t already in a trance like state.

It was also the first time I noticed how much it hurt to have the IV line put in…especially since it took the nurse three tries to insert it correctly! And even after the third try, I still don’t think sheĀ insertedĀ it correctly because it hurt a lot the entire timeĀ I had it in.

The bruise I still had 5 days after Seth was born (and I almost NEVER bruise from anything)!
The bruise I still had 5 days after Seth was born (and I almost NEVER bruise from anything)!

9 pm:

After the IV line was placed and the baby monitoring stuff (that’s the technical term) hooked up, the midwife came to check my dilation. Her name was Evey (pronounced the same as Evie). What are the odds!? After checking me, she gave me the option to either startĀ oral doses of Misoprostol or to begin administering Pitocin through the IV. I really wanted the labor to mimic the progression of a natural one as closely as possible, so I chose the Misoprostol which she said would be more likely to do that.

10 pm:

I took the first dose of Misoprostol. It was just a half dose because they wanted to monitor me and make sure I didn’t have a bad reaction to it. In the meantime, I googled Misoprostol on my phone since I had never heard of it before, and I discovered it hasn’t been officially cleared as a labor induction method – it’s actually an ulcer medication! So, um, that was a little disturbing.

11 pm:

There was a shift change and I got a new nurse. Just before the shift change, my previous nurse (the one who botched my IV) told me she was going to begin giving me fluids. But when I looked down at my IV a few minutes later, I noticed it wasn’t hooked up to anything. So when my new nurse came in, I said to her: “I’m no expert, but I’m pretty sure this needsĀ to be connected to one of those bags in order for me to get fluids…”

She appeared mortified as she took a look and realized the bag of fluid had been dripping ONTO THE FLOORĀ for half an hour!!Ā I don’t know if my previous nurse was just near the end of her shit (<– haha! that was honestly an accidental typo) and really tired, but I think she could benefit from a little extra training. The clearly irritated new nurse had a janitor come mop up the sticky mess as I thanked God I only had the previous nurse for a short time! Yikes!!

12 am:

I began having contractions similar to the ones I had the previous night – every few minutes and very consistent, but they were hardly painful at all. My next miso pill wasn’t supposed to be given until 2 am so I tried to get some sleep, but it was nearly impossible with various people coming in and out of my room every 20 minutes. Everyone told meĀ being induced at night is the best because you can sleep before the “real” action begins…ya, right (cue dramatic roll of the eyes)!!

2 am:

Because I was having consistent contractions, the nurse thought I shouldn’t take another miso pill because she thought it might ramp labor up too quickly, which the midwife seemed to disagree with. It was weird – there was a lot of disagreement between the nurse and midwife which was awkward.

Initially, the nurse was mad the midwife hadn’t told me what my stats were when she checked my cervix. Next, they disagreed about continuing the miso. Then, after it was decided I would not be given another pill at 2, the midwife told me I should go walk the halls to see if that would move things along, while the nurse told me that wasn’t a good idea and it would be better to sleep so I wouldn’t be exhausted when active labor began. I ended up walking around for a bit, but when it was having no effect, I went back to my bed to lay down.

6 am:

By 6 am the contractions weren’t progressing, and the midwife came in to check me again. This time, she checked my cervix during a contraction which altered my stats, and she determined Seth was low enough to break my water safely. Had she checked me the previous night during a contraction, I’m pretty sure she would have come to the same conclusion since not much had changed over the previous 9 hours. So frustrating!

6:30 am:

Just before the next shift change, the midwife broke my water. It always amazes me how much fluid comes out…and continues to ooze out…and ooze, and ooze, and ooze…like a leaky faucet you can’t turn off! And thenĀ BAM! Within minutes, contractions came fast and hard – to the point I couldn’t talk and had to breathe through them. It really was incredible how instantaneously active labor began after breaking my water – like flipping an on/off switch! Of course, Sean had just left to go grab something from the car which was an unforgivable offense in that moment because I had no hand to cut the circulation off from!

7:30ish am:

The contractions became extremely intense and painful and I was given Fentanyl (a narcotic) which was AWESOME. I also readily agreed to receive an epidural. I know, I know, I wrote in Evie’s birth story I would never get it again after the bad experience with it during her birth, but a) it seemed like I had more time left than I had with herĀ and b) I can’t think rationally when I’m in that much pain.

After the Fentanyl took effect, I recall the nurse explaining something to me but I couldn’t comprehend anything she was saying. I just smiled and nodded with a 100-yard stare and struggled to hold my head up.

After she left, the bags of fluid next to me made a noise every couple of minutes that made me think they were talking to me. Every time they made the noise my eyes jerked wide open and I turned to Sean to ask: “did you hear that?” Haha! Sean says it was highly entertaining šŸ™‚

8 am:

The epidural was placed, which also would have been AWESOME had it worked on both sides of my body! The drugs kicked in fully on my right side but not my left, which was a new experience. Since I could still feel the contractions fairly strong on the left, I had to focus and breathe through them till the very end. What a bust! My right side was happier, though, so I guess it was worth it.

8:45 am:

I had an increasingly strong urge to push. We called my nurse, but I guess the delivery crew must have been busy because they didn’t show up until 9!?

9:05 am:

The delivery entourage all got in place and I began pushing. 5 minutes later, Seth Josiah Felker was born on 6/11/16 at 9:10 am, after just 2 hours and 40 minutes of active labor. And I thought a little over 4 hours with Evie was fast! This time, I only got a 1st-degree tear (with Evie it was a 2nd, and with Caleb a 3rd).

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Expressing how he felt about his forced eviction. Not just one middle finger – nay – two!

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Seth was born 8 days past his due dateĀ but was born on a palindrome date, which I suppose makes up for it (the date is the same forwards and backward). What? I married into a family of engineers…they note these kinds of things šŸ™‚

He got a 9 and 10 on his Apgar scores, which amazed everyone because apparently, it’s very rare for a baby to get a 10/10. I’m sure it’s because he was practically a man by the time he was forced out! As he came out he was already crying and breathing, and Sean says he had his hand by his face and gave a little wave as he made his grand entrance. He also weighed in at a whopping 9 lbs. 7 oz. and measured 21 inches! I think Uncle Drew is right when he says this kid will beĀ a savage šŸ™‚

So. Mad.
So. Mad.

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Our Stay at the Hospital:

Our recovery went well – it was uneventful, really. Of course, you can never get any sleep which is just par for the course (and it’s not because of the baby). It’s the pediatrician, nurses, lactation consultant, janitor, billing people, birth certificate person, photo people, dropping-off-the-Kaiser-gift people, meal people, hearing test people, infant screening test people, etc. etc. etc. popping in every 5 minutes! I think it’s all just a ploy to get you to want to go home ASAP to keep Kaiser’s costs down šŸ˜‰

All in all, we stayed in the recovery room for about 24 hours. For the first 12 hours, Seth had to get his heel pricked before each nursing to check his sugar levels and bilirubin since he was so fat (they have to do this for babies larger than 9ish lbs. because they can have a diabetic episode). So that was a new experience.

Nana, Pop Pop, Caleb, and Evie came to meet Seth the afternoon he was born, which was fun to experience:

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Seth cooked for so long his fingernails were like razor blades when he finally came out and he scratched up his face :/
Which son is which? Our boys look like twins, only 5 years apart! (Caleb is on top, Seth is on bottom).
Which son is which? Our boys look like twins, only 5 years apart! (Caleb is on top, Seth is on bottom).

Pop Pop also captured the video below, which is classic Caleb and solid gold. I promise it will make you chuckle (and it’s pretty cute, too) šŸ™‚

And there you have it – the complete and overly detailed story of Seth’s arrival!Ā It really is fascinating to me how unique Caleb, Evie, and Seth’s birth stories are. But all were beautiful, amazing, special, memorable, and crotch-destroyingĀ in their own ways šŸ˜‰

Missed Caleb and Evie’s birth stories? Here they are:

Caleb’s Birth Story: Rated PG-13 for Language, Nudity, and Drugs šŸ™‚

Evangeline’s Birth Story: The Womb that Cried Baby

2015 Year-In-Review

After a ridiculously insane and overwhelming 2014, we were desperately in need of a calmer 2015. Thankfully, 2015 delivered such a year (for the most part). Praise God!

Here are the most noteworthy things that characterized 2015:

January-June:

After my church hired me in April of 2014 as the database administrator, I soon realized how lacking the software we were using was. After annoying the crap out of my boss about it and doing lots of research, we decided to switch to a different database software. It was exciting to switch to a better software, but it gave me and my supervisor (and lots of others) a boatload of work!

So, the first half of 2015 wasĀ super busy at work and pretty stressful for a couple of months as we approached the data migration and immediately after the transfer. That last sentence already got way too nerdy, so I won’t bore with further details šŸ™‚ It was intense. But awesome. My face broke out a lot due to stress. But the end result was so much better. The end.

April:

Caleb turned 4! He had a great party with lots of friends from church:

And he woke up on his birthday to the most epic streamer obstacle course (which he navigated with Olympian-like skill…didn’t even knock a single one down):

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He also had a fun celebration at preschool:

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June:

  • My sisters and niece paid us a fun visit:
  • Later in the month, our long-time friends, the Cooks, also paid us a fun visit:
  • On June 30th, I turned 30…my “golden” birthday! I had a great time celebrating with coworkers, and later with Sean:

August:

  • Evie Love turned 2! We invited two of her best girlfriends from church to celebrate –Ā Kaia and Atley:
  • We visited my family in southern CA and had a great time, as always (minus the multiple times Evie barfed all over the car on the drive down. I just gagged recalling the experience). No pics captured of that awesomeness, but we did get these:
  • After a lot of thought and prayer, I made the tough decision to leave my job at church. During my 18 months working there,Ā I experienced many great things, learned so much, and contributed a lot. However, I wanted to spend more time with my kiddos, as well as pursue a dream of mine to start an online business. I miss all the wonderful people I worked with, but I do think it was the right decision.

September:

  • Sean and I celebrated our 8th anniversary, which I just realized we still have yet to celebrate…
  • Caleb began his second and last year of preschool:

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  • Sean was promoted to a lead engineer role at work – a great accomplishment!
  • And, of course, the most exciting event of September was becoming pregnantĀ with our third kiddo! Hmmm, maybe we did celebrate our 8th anniversary, after all šŸ˜‰ We meant to take our standard “excited-to-find-out-we’re-pregnant” pic, but yeah…that never happened. Also, I informed Sean of the news via text. Sorry, Seth. We really do love you, I promise. #thirdchildproblems
The super creative text Sean received ;)
The super creative text Sean received

October:

  • We took Evie to the cleft clinic for her 2-year-old checkup. She had her speech and hearing tested and passed with flying colors! We weren’t concerned, but it was still nice to confirm that everything looked good. And following up on last year’s recap post, God obviously has a sense of humor because Evie is not missing a tooth – in fact, she grew TWO teeth where she should only have one! A problem that will certainly be much easier to correct than a missingĀ tooth, thankfully. Woop!
  • We spent 10 days in Hawaii with Sean’s fam, compliments of Nana and Pop Pop šŸ™‚ It was beautiful and the kids had so much fun!
  • With obnoxious (yet predictable) timing, morning sickness set in while in HI and kicked off the typical 3 months of first trimester hell. At least for me, pregnancy hormones are no joke and always work me over. So, for the last few months of the year, I became pretty depressed which is normal for me during pregnancy. This round, I also felt especially worn down,Ā wrangling two “spirited” children, while growing a third. I didn’t get out much, avoided interacting with people, and wasn’t very productive (aside from growing a human…ya know, no big deal).
  • At the end of the month, we said goodbye to “GG” (Great Grandma Jane). It is sad we won’t see her on Earth again, but she lived a very long, well-spent life and we know she’s in Heaven now. She was so wonderful with the kids and we’ll always cherish these great memories and photos:

November:

  • Sean finished relandscapingĀ (is that a word? It is now) our front yard, which was a project that spanned many months and was a great feat! It was a crazy amount of work and he did such an awesome job:
Wowzahs!
Wowzahs!
  • We visited my family for Thanksgiving:

December:

We spread the news of our new mini human with this fun announcement:

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And here are some various other memories from the year:

 

Favorite family photo of the year on Easter
Favorite family photo of the year on Easter

 

And most hilarious photo of the year goes to Drew's gut and Evie's face in this pic
And most hilarious photo of the year goes to Drew’s gut and Evie’s face in this pic

Looking back on the year-in-review post from 2014 and reading the goals I made for 2015, I would say I mostly failed. Ha! I guess they were a tad too ambitious. There’s always 2016. Wait – nope, we’re already more than halfway through 2016 and I’m still failing. Crap. I’ll definitely have to pull the I-grew-a-freaking-human-from-scratch card here. 2017?? Maybe? Obviously, I am very determined. To be continued…

2014 Year-In-Review
2013 Year-In-Review
2012 Year-In-Review
2011 Year-In-Review