If you are like me, you have a closet full of clothes, but still feel like you can never find anything to wear. So, I typically end up wearing the same assortment of clothes over and over again. It must be comfortable and allow me to move easy as I play with the boys. Khaki shorts, I love you. You really go with everything. V-Neck Ts, you come in so many colors and so does your distant cousin the cotton tank-top. And, to prove I haven’t totally given up on being hip, I love you light-wash ripped jeans. You are like wearing shorts because you have holes that keep me cool, even in the summer.
Dressing for work has been simplified to dresses and skirts only. I never plan on wearing dress pants every again. And capris, no thank you. I love a fitted sleeveless sheath dress like no other. And, as for sleeves, well, that’s what sweaters are for. Sleeves in Florida are reserved for about three months out of the year. Sleeveless tops can be worn year round with the right cardigan.
When it comes to the more formal occasion, like a wedding, I can’t say that my style varies much from my daily staples. One factor that all of these clothes have in common: I can nurse in them. That’s right folks, I am in the phase a life that not only calls for comfort and agility, but also access to my bust so I can feed the little one. Going strong since 2014 (!).
I longingly look at high neck lines and zipper-less sheaths, but sadly turn away as I know there is no appropriate access to the milk. Someday those pretty things won’t be so far from my grasp. For now I need a low front, but not too low, I’m a mom after all. Or a strap that I can easily slide off my shoulder so I can nurse. I have become quite the pro at zipping and up-zipping dresses with zippers in the back, so that I can shimmy one shoulder out for access to a quick snack.
With my ultra unique clothing requirements, I am quite the picky shopper. I am extremely selective about what items I even attempt to try on because there is a finite amount of time that I can force my babe to hang out in a fitting room. I often play roulette and just purchase clothing without trying it on. Thank goodness for returns. That is IF I manage to remember to return said items and not lose the receipt.
Naturally, Target is my Mecca. If it cannot be bought at Target, then I most certainly do not need it. End of Story. But, I do find that wedding attire is not easy to find there. Sigh. This means more stops with the kiddo in tow.
Sometimes I try on clothes that I know scream 80 year old woman, but my kid has to eat and I am getting desperate since the wedding is on Saturday. I try on this off the shoulder number, who do I think I am? These are pretty trendy now, right? But, wait! It actually looks decent and this may be the easiest access for nursing ever! Clearly the stars have aligned and my prayers have been answered! Now, if I can just get both of my sisters to respond to my text with their stamp of approval. Let’s be real, I’d probably just give up and wear my ripped jeans with wedges if that wasn’t totally unacceptable.
It can’t just be me, right? Even non-nursing moms (and non-moms) must have their “things” when it comes to choosing clothes. And, what’s with the added pressure of a timeline that always makes it impossible to find an acceptable option? I can’t be the only one, right?
Oh, well. Both sisters give the thumbs up! I don’t care how much this dress is, I’ll take it! And, I have a 20% off coupon! Winning!
After nine months of growing little LBD 2, I was ready to meet our little one. I was happy to hear that I was dilating and effacing, but then again, since it was my second child, I guess that is to be expected. This time around my back was killing me and I was way more uncomfortable than I had been previously. We went in for a doctor appointment a few days before my due date as my final check up. My doctor said that things were progressing and I should expect a much quicker birth experience. We told him that we would have a 30 minute drive to the hospital. And he said that would be too much. And, like that he scheduled my induction for Friday, March 11th!
Finally knowing when this baby would arrive gave us a huge sense of relief. There was always a chance that the baby could decide to arrive on his or her own, but we were focused on the 11th. We frantically finished last minute projects and I cleaned the house like a madwoman. We finished just in time to celebrate Doug’s birthday and my due date! We had a gathering at Top Golf with friends a week before. For Doug’s actual birthday, we decided to enjoy one last family dinner. The Cottones and my sisters came over to play a game of Catan.
In a horrible turn of events, I dropped my phone and the screen was blank. Nothing was cracked. It just didn’t show anything. This became a difficult issue since it was about 7pm and I really couldn’t be without a phone the next day and I was having a baby the following day! Leah and I went to the mall to have some guy at a kiosk fix it but then he camera wasn’t working…and who wants a phone without a camera?!? Especially when I was about to have a new baby to take pictures of?
The next day, I basically spent a few hours running errands and getting my phone fixed for real. It was way too much to worry about when I had to get ready to have a baby. But, all is well that ends well. I got to spend lots of quality time with my little guy, who had been fighting off a bug for a week. He kept getting a random fever and I was hoping that he would be healthy in time for his sibling to arrive.
The timing of my delivery was perfect because Rachel was home for spring break. She was my on-call person if I happened to go into labor and needed someone to watch D. She came over that night and we had dinner and got ready for the big day. It was hard to believe that we would be meeting our little one so soon.
One of the many perks of being induced is that you have time to shower and do you hair and make up before heading to the hospital. We arrived at St. Joes around 6am. After the usual questions and medical history review I was hooked up and ready to go. I assumed that it would be the same as before when they used Cervadil, but this time they used Pitocin. I was dreading this because of the horror stories I had heard about how intense this drug made your contractions. I had heard that they could make your contractions really close together and very strong.
My doctor came in around 7am and said he was going to break my water. This was also new since my water wasn’t broken until the very end last time. It was the weirdest feeling. Just like a warm gush of water. And every so often, more would leak out. Especially during contractions. It was so strange because it literally felt like I was peeing or something because water just kept on coming out. How much water was in there?
So Doug and I were just hanging out. I started getting contractions and we would watch them spike on the machines and the go down. We played Phase 10 again. I was feeling lots of contractions as we played so I was a bit distracted and yet, I still won! My nurse kept checking on me and would turn up the pitocin each time, which was both horrible and wonderful. I was progressing more and more.
Since they had broken my water, they did not want to check to my progress too often since I would be more susceptible to infection. Last time I got updated often so I knew how far along I was. The contractions weren’t great but I was able to breath through them and I wasn’t in too much pain. I didn’t want to get the epidural to early since I knew it could slow my contractions and stall the process. My nurse was really sweet and kept saying that she would know that I was ready for pain meds when I couldn’t joke around any more. I like to keep things light when I’m stressed and I guess I never really got to a point of sheer horrible pain. Finally, I was ready for the epidural. Thankfully, there wasn’t a long wait for the anesthesiologist. The epidural wasn’t bad at all and I was happy that I would be able to feel some relief soon….or so I thought!
As the team was leaving the room, a nurse asked me if I felt any pressure yet. Literally as she said that I felt a huge surge of pressure. It caught me off guard and she checked my progress. I was 10 cm and ready to go. I suddenly had the urge to push. She told me this baby was coming and to not push and she ran out to get the doctor. Doug and I both were both looking at each other in shock that it had all happened so quick. I immediately started pushing the button for my epidural meds because I could still feel everything. Apparently, it takes a bit for the epidural to kick in. I was not ready to have a natural childbirth!
Quickly the doors burst open and the whole medical crew rushed in. They set up all of their surgical paper and wheeled in all of the instruments. It is amazing how fast they all arrive and your empty room becomes instantly packed in a matter of seconds. My doctor came in smiling and said that he knew I would have this baby quickly.
Meanwhile, I was freaking out. I was not ready to have this baby. It had only been a few hours. And, my epidural was doing nothing! I looked at Doug and told him I could not do this. I mean, what were my options? Couldn’t this all just wait for a few more minutes? It was all happening so fast My doctor asked if I had ever been skiing. Maybe he was trying to lighten the mood. He told me this baby was coming now and to start pushing.
The pushing was harder than I remembered but I wasn’t pushing long. After 8 pushes, Camdon Richard DeGroot was born at 10:43am! That’s less than 5 hours of labor! They handed him to me and he was all slimy but I was happy to hold my sweet boy for the first time.
Thankfully, my epidural kicked in just enough to not feel a thing. Camdon was 8 pounds 4 ounces and 21 inches long. The nurse who was taking his vitals said that he was really strong for a newborn. We enjoyed a bit of time nursing and holding our new little guy. It is so unbelievable how tiny and perfect new babies are. Soon we headed off to our hospital room.
That afternoon my Mom and Dad arrived. Rachel and D came after nap. It was such a special moment introducing D to his new brother. I think he was more excited about the special gifts he got for becoming a big brother. Leah, John, and the Motleys all arrived to welcome Camdon to the world.
We left the hospital at about 10pm Saturday night. We were not interested in hanging out any longer than we had to. We wanted to get back to be with D and so that we could actually sleep without being woken up for vitals every hour. When we got home, it was decorated by my family. And our fridge was stocked with lots of frozen meals!
We felt so much more confident in our abilities as parent this time and we were happy to be home with our healthy baby boy.