Well, its day one and I must admit I am in Biiiiiigggg trouble lol. I spent the day pumping myself up for my 30 minute walk and even downloaded a jog tracker for my phone to track my progress. I put on my shoes and headed out for my walk. I kept up a brisk pace and at somewhere around 8 minutes and .45 miles into the walk I was pretty sure I was going to throw up. Maybe the 90 degree heat was not helping but wow 8 minutes. I sucked it up and kept going but at 15 minutes and .69 miles I was done. Wow, reality check.. On the up side according to jogtracker.com app my average was a 22 minute mile. So now I just need to get that down to a 15 minute mile (or better.. I really want to get to like 12 minute miles) that I can keep up for 13 miles. I did not get in this shape overnight so I know I will not get in better shape overnight. Tomorrows goal 20 minutes at the same walking speed without throwing up. Good thing I have 8 months as I am going to need every minute!!
Monday, August 8, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Ok! A Marathon! Really!?!
So, the other day T (my husband) and I are talking about the need to be healthier. So he suggests that we need a goal a big one like say getting healthy enough to run a mini-marathon. My first comment IMPOSSIBLE! have you seen me?? Which he replied to this with a yes I have been noticing you are getting more round..rude..lol. Once I sat down and thought about it I thought wow what if I could run/walk the marathon what a great goal. So starting monday August 8th 2011 I will begin a small program I found that recommends walking 30 mins a day for 4 weeks then an 12 week program to work up to running/walking 2 miles, then work up from there. This is gonna be hard but the payoffs will be so worth it so here I go. Wish me luck!
8 Months to go.......
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| This is a picture of me! See LONG way to go. |
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Baby B is ONE!!!!
We were visiting Pennsylvania on B's actual birthday so we had ice cream at Friendly's to celebrate. He Loved it!!! Here he is with his first milkshake for his birthday ice cream! Love those Eyes!!!
It is so hard to believe he is a year old already..
It is so hard to believe he is a year old already..
Sunday, February 20, 2011
12th Birthday party for M & S
Twelve I cannot believe we are on the edge of having teenagers. They have really grown up to be great kids! I can only wish that they continue and grow up to be wonderful people!
I think they had a great time.
I think they had a great time.
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| B was having a good time as well. My niece was practicing some baby wearing. :) |
Monday, November 1, 2010
Halloween .. Pumpkins and costumes
Growing up my mom would NEVER let me carve a pumpkin. I really wanted to start this and make a tradition of it with my kids. The younger boys end up needing more help than the older kids but everyone has a great time.
Trick or Treat time...
Trick or Treat time...
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| Adorable Dragon |
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| My Daughter wanted to be a Zombie so I found this old dress on Freecycle and I did her makeup so she was a Zombie Bride. |
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| Ninja M |
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| Ninja I |
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| Ninja J |
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| The Hippie who lives next door...lol. |
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Family meets their newest member!!
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| I'm the Oldest Big Brother |
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| I'm a Big brother Again |
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| I'm a Big Sister Again! |
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| Finally a Big Brother |
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| Poor baby with his puffy eyes we did not buy hospital photos due to his bruised eyes. |
The Birth of Baby B my VBAC delivery!
I have planned for many months how I wanted this birth to go. I wanted no pain medications, I wanted to be free to move around, I wanted to be able to hold him as soon as he was born and all in all I got my wish.
With my twins I delivered them in a sterile surgery room, extremely medicated, on a flat surgery table (Just in case there was a problem). There were so many people in the room my hubby couldn't even stand beside me to hold my hand. When I was born I was determined to have a natural child birth but due to a Very long labor and other circumstances things did not go exactly as planned. Pain medication was needed and due to certain circumstances which I will not go into now he ended up with double pneumonia and in the NICU for 7 days. Surely J would be the one that was the perfect birth!! Not the case from 19 weeks on he was breech and refused to turn. He was brought into the world by C-section. Then here comes baby number 5…
When I found out I was pregnant I figured (and had always heard) “Once a c-section always a c-section”. So I resigned myself to find an OB and was sure c-section would be our outcome. I obediently attended all my OB appointments but really felt a pull to do something different and I really did not want another surgery. So I started researching and reading and asking questions. Once I started asking question the OB just kept saying well if it gets closer and you want to try for a VBAC we can “try” as long as I went into labor on my own by 39 weeks. I still felt uneasy and kept researching and that is when I found my local ICAN group. Their first recommendation was change to a local Midwife the offered services at a local hospital. I decided to give my OB one more chance and went in with a loaded list. The answers I got were less than promising. She even contradicted herself by saying she wouldn’t break my water but then in the next sentence said she would want internal monitoring as soon as I was admitted. Ahem! Idiot I am not… So I made the switch at 32 weeks… Eeeek.. really late in the game. I wouldn’t have had the guts to do it if not for the ICAN ladies I can NEVER NEVER thank them enough. They also suggested I get a doula but I knew I could never afford a doula at that late in the pregnancy and I could never talk the hubby into paying for one anyway. I had no idea what I was going to do until a random email from another ICAN member showed up in my inbox. It was for a lady who had already started her doula training and just needed a few hands on experiences to get her certification. She offered to be my doula for honestly next to nothing to get the experience and she was definitely and answer to prayer. So here I am around 34 weeks with a new Midwife and a Doula. I was prepared!!!
So begins June 15th at 41weeks and 1 day of my due date and I was schedule to go in for a light induction. Basically due to having had a c-section they could not give me full pitocin but would give a boost to get contraction going and then turn it off. So the kids having been dropped off at grandpas the day before hubby and I got up early and had breakfast (against hospital recommendations ha ha) and then headed to the hospital. We got checked in IV’s were placed and it all began. The pitocin was delayed due to an argument/disagreement with the OB on call but things finally got underway. I actually arrived at the hospital having contractions so it did not take much to get them going full force. I walked the hallways for a bit all with the support of my hubby and FABULOUS doula. At some point my doula went to lunch and it was just me and the hubby and this is where things get a little blurry. I went into transition at this time and it took all of my concentration to get through each contraction. When my doula showed back up I think she felt bad for having left as a lot had changed but I told her that she really needed to eat so it was ok. I do remember her telling my hubby to go get something and I said something like “Over my dead body he could eat a granola bar” lol. During this time I also remember yelling into the room to tell everyone to SHUT UP the nurses were chattering about shift change, my hubby was still telling jokes, and I was over it they were not helping. I profusely apologized later to nurses and hubby. He actually said “I didn’t think you were talking to me” ha. At some point during all of this my body took over and I started pushing I really didn’t even realize what I was doing until someone asked “Did you just push with that contraction” and I had to admit that Yes, Yes I had. Hazy Hazy memory Baby B was born safely into my arms could have been 5 minutes could have been hours I couldn’t tell. I do remember yelling for the midwife to leave me alone a few times which thankfully she did not. He was beautiful, he nursed like a champ from the beginning and I got the birth I wanted. He did have a few mild breathing issues which sent him to the nursery a little sooner than I would have like but within 20 minutes of birth I was up walking and within 30 or so minutes I was in the nursery with him.
With my twins I delivered them in a sterile surgery room, extremely medicated, on a flat surgery table (Just in case there was a problem). There were so many people in the room my hubby couldn't even stand beside me to hold my hand. When I was born I was determined to have a natural child birth but due to a Very long labor and other circumstances things did not go exactly as planned. Pain medication was needed and due to certain circumstances which I will not go into now he ended up with double pneumonia and in the NICU for 7 days. Surely J would be the one that was the perfect birth!! Not the case from 19 weeks on he was breech and refused to turn. He was brought into the world by C-section. Then here comes baby number 5…
When I found out I was pregnant I figured (and had always heard) “Once a c-section always a c-section”. So I resigned myself to find an OB and was sure c-section would be our outcome. I obediently attended all my OB appointments but really felt a pull to do something different and I really did not want another surgery. So I started researching and reading and asking questions. Once I started asking question the OB just kept saying well if it gets closer and you want to try for a VBAC we can “try” as long as I went into labor on my own by 39 weeks. I still felt uneasy and kept researching and that is when I found my local ICAN group. Their first recommendation was change to a local Midwife the offered services at a local hospital. I decided to give my OB one more chance and went in with a loaded list. The answers I got were less than promising. She even contradicted herself by saying she wouldn’t break my water but then in the next sentence said she would want internal monitoring as soon as I was admitted. Ahem! Idiot I am not… So I made the switch at 32 weeks… Eeeek.. really late in the game. I wouldn’t have had the guts to do it if not for the ICAN ladies I can NEVER NEVER thank them enough. They also suggested I get a doula but I knew I could never afford a doula at that late in the pregnancy and I could never talk the hubby into paying for one anyway. I had no idea what I was going to do until a random email from another ICAN member showed up in my inbox. It was for a lady who had already started her doula training and just needed a few hands on experiences to get her certification. She offered to be my doula for honestly next to nothing to get the experience and she was definitely and answer to prayer. So here I am around 34 weeks with a new Midwife and a Doula. I was prepared!!!
So begins June 15th at 41weeks and 1 day of my due date and I was schedule to go in for a light induction. Basically due to having had a c-section they could not give me full pitocin but would give a boost to get contraction going and then turn it off. So the kids having been dropped off at grandpas the day before hubby and I got up early and had breakfast (against hospital recommendations ha ha) and then headed to the hospital. We got checked in IV’s were placed and it all began. The pitocin was delayed due to an argument/disagreement with the OB on call but things finally got underway. I actually arrived at the hospital having contractions so it did not take much to get them going full force. I walked the hallways for a bit all with the support of my hubby and FABULOUS doula. At some point my doula went to lunch and it was just me and the hubby and this is where things get a little blurry. I went into transition at this time and it took all of my concentration to get through each contraction. When my doula showed back up I think she felt bad for having left as a lot had changed but I told her that she really needed to eat so it was ok. I do remember her telling my hubby to go get something and I said something like “Over my dead body he could eat a granola bar” lol. During this time I also remember yelling into the room to tell everyone to SHUT UP the nurses were chattering about shift change, my hubby was still telling jokes, and I was over it they were not helping. I profusely apologized later to nurses and hubby. He actually said “I didn’t think you were talking to me” ha. At some point during all of this my body took over and I started pushing I really didn’t even realize what I was doing until someone asked “Did you just push with that contraction” and I had to admit that Yes, Yes I had. Hazy Hazy memory Baby B was born safely into my arms could have been 5 minutes could have been hours I couldn’t tell. I do remember yelling for the midwife to leave me alone a few times which thankfully she did not. He was beautiful, he nursed like a champ from the beginning and I got the birth I wanted. He did have a few mild breathing issues which sent him to the nursery a little sooner than I would have like but within 20 minutes of birth I was up walking and within 30 or so minutes I was in the nursery with him.
Walking the halls in my gigantic hospital gown.
I do not look the best in this picture but I feel like this picture shows all I felt at that moment!
Daddy meets the baby!
Sweet Boy!
My Fabulous Doula K! I will forever be grateful for your help!
Meet Baby B!!!
My poor baby needing some oxygen...
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