Wednesday, December 27, 2006

She's Here!!!

Sydney Boyce was born on Thursday, December 21st, 2006 at 5:04 am.

She weighed 4 lbs 11 oz and is 17 1/2 inches long.

Because she is quite wee, Miss Sydney has spent the last week in the intermediate care nursery, but she's eating well & gaining weight & we hope to bring her home tomorrow.

This past week has been a whirlwind of running back & forth to the hospital & home & my mom's - I've barely had time to breathe. I'm headed to the hospital now...I'll blog more later.

Oh! Before I forget - here she is:

Monday, December 18, 2006

Home c-section anyone?

Still no baby.
I'm frustrated. I can't sleep.
Contractions every 5 minutes or so for hours at a time and then *poof* - NOTHING for an hour.
It's called prodromal labor & it's from teh devil.
I see the doctor on Friday so they can look at me, smile and say: "Any day now!"
*bangs head repeatedly on desk*

Monday, December 11, 2006

Any Day Now...

Saw the doctor today.
Had a non-stress test & bebeh looks good.
My contractions are about 5 minutes apart & I'm 3 cm dilated.
My doctor said: "Make an appointment to get checked on Friday - but I doubt you'll make it til then."
I'm gonna have a bebeh.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

template awesome-ness

L-O-V-E the new Blogger Beta.
Love the new template thingy.
Love the new colors.
Love, love, love.
I'm a happy blogger.

Oh Christmas Tree! Oh Christmas Tree!

For our first Christmas together, Corey promised me a real tree. We went Saturday night & bought this beautiful 5 foot Frasier Fir. I probably love it so much not only is it our first Christmas tree together but also because it's the first real tree I've ever had.

Here it is (please note the awesome penguin tree skirt):

Thursday, December 07, 2006

29 Days to Go - The Count Down Begins!

Rather than depressing myself with tracking how many days I've been out of work, I've decided to switch to a count down of how many days I have left until my due date.
29 days - gulp.
I've been having really vivid dreams about the baby - its kind of neat. Last night I was bathing her & feeding her. Probably because of what we discussed in Lamaze last night.
We 'graduated' our parenting class last night & Corey took me out for yummy Thai food in Denville to celebrate.
I've also started a little online pool for our family & friends to take guesses as to when our little one will be born & what her weight/length will be.

Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker

Wednesday, December 06, 2006


I've been tagged by Joe Flirt over on his blog. Since I'm not in the hospital in labor, I figure I must comply. :)

THE RULES:Each player of this game starts with the ‘6 weird things about you.’ People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says ‘you are tagged’ in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

1. I still have a security blanket (Covey) which I sleep with every night.
2. I usually sit with my first two toes crossed on both feet.
3. I'm afraid of the Intrepid Museum. Not all boats, mind you - just the Intrepid.
4. I hate when people sing in front of me.
5. I have a scar on my left hand from an eraser burn I gave myself in junior high.
6. I don't like the smell of melted chocolate.

That was hard. :( for the tagging:

1. Bethany
2. Corey (even though I know he won't do it)
3. Kay
4. Becks
5. Mindi
6. SDM're it.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Bed Rest Day 67 - Third time is NOT the charm

Spent the wee hours of the morning in the hospital...again.
Contractions started at 8:30 last night and didn't let up. I called the doctor and arrived at the hospital around 2 a.m.
Here I am thinking: Hurrah! We're gonna have a baby!! Yay!!
Um. No. Notsomuch.
First I had the nurse from hell. She was insane. I'm convinced. I was even more convinced when I found out we knew someone in common - a quite insane someone.
It all starts when I get hooked up to the monitors...
First she tells me that I'm NOT having contractions.
Whaaat? NOT having contractions? Excuse me?
So, a quick change of the monitor and *poof*! Lookie there...contractions. I'll be a son-of-a-bitch. She then proceeds to stand there and watch me. That's it. She just stood there, arms crossed, staring at me, waiting for me to have another contraction. It was quite uncomfortable, as I'm sure you can imaging.
Next, she hooks me up to the monitor for the baby's heart beat. She doesn't use NEARLY as much ultrasound gel as she should and proceeds to push and pull the sticky monitor across my belly. I thought she was going to rip my already stretched skin. Finally - baby's heartbeat. I try and relax.
She continues to stare.
The doctor finally gets there & decides it would be the best thing to try and stop my labor. She feels that at 35 weeks and 3 days its still too early to have a baby and orders a nice jittery shot of terbutaline for me. Yay.
So, psycho nurse starts my IV (thought Corey was going to faint as she let me bleed all over the bed) and gives me my shot of terb. I try & get some sleep. Psycho nurse leaves me alone.
Until Miss Guatamala 2006 comes in in labor and they put her next to me. They hook her up to the monitor & her doctor decides she's not far enough along and she's discharged shortly after.
Good...I can sleep now. I sleep for about and hour with my contractions waking me up every 10 minutes. Fabulous.
Finally at about 6:30 the doctor decides I've been monitored enough and I'm not progressing so I can go home.
Then they bring in what looks like a 12-year-old who is in labor. I swear, this girl has maybe menstruated 3, maybe 4 times in her life. Her water broke, she's having some bleeding - she's in labor. Bitch. It's a good thing that I only had to sit there and listen to her whine for 15 minutes before my discharge because I probably would have strangled her or her 15-year-old boyfriend.
So, I'm home now. Still pregnant. Still contracting. Still uncomfortable.
4 more days of terbutaline. Dat's it. Then I'm done with it. Finally.
Lets get this bebeh outta me.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Bed Rest Day 64 - story time

So last night my Mom & I decided to go to this new Macy's we heard about in Queens. I wanted to look for something to wear for the holidays & I have a gift card AND a Friends & Family coupon. w00t! We get there and it appears to be still under construction - but there are signs hanging everywhere assure us they're open. Very "Clerks." We find parking underground & head inside.
There's a directory located in the underground parking (quite convenient, I might add) & see that the Misses department is located on the 8th floor. We climb on a very nice, shiny, new elevator and press the button for floor 8. The doors open upon our arrival & we notice its just a plain hallway - like an office building. We double check that we're ON floor 8 and the elevator says we are - so we get off. There's a sign - Macy's - with an arrow pointing down this long hall - we follow. There's a door with the Macy's logo on it & one of those 8th Floor signs. We figure we must've gone in some secret back way. If you've ever been shopping at the Westchester, it was very much like getting in there. So, we open the door and go in, anxious to start shopping. There is nothing there. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Its an empty room. A HUGE empty room. Basically - a floor of a department store - but empty. There seem to be some decorations hanging from the walls & ceiling and the floor is carpeted with tiled walkways all around, but no clothes. No merchandise. Not a shoe or sock or shirt in sight. WTF?
There are some workers there and they turn around and look at us when we enter. After standing there a minute looking completely confused - one comes over and confronts us.
"Can I help you?" he asks.
"We're looking for Macy's." I say.
"Oh - we're not open yet.," he answers.
"Ya think?," I thought.
He goes on to explain that only the Macy's Holiday Shoppe is open at this location right now and that's located down on the third floor. The rest of the new Macy's won't be open until after the new year.
He offers to escort us down there, but we decline & decide to give up & go home. I'm tired, I'm hungry and I'm disappointed. The nice man walks us to the elevator and back down we go to the parking garage. We get in the car and start home.
Traffic. Great. Love it. We're NOT moving. Not even inching forward at this point.
One of NY's finest is walking down through the line of cars and an irate motorist asks him what's going on. Like a good NYPD officer, he ignores this question stating the situation is "under control" which is code for "all hell is breaking loose up there." A pedestrian/homeless man educates us on the situation: Apparently, about a mile ahead, there's been a bit of a road rage incident. From what I could understand - seeing as I don't speak homeless which apparently is a language all its own - the situation ahead involved an SUV, a baseball bat & a lot of broken glass. Great.
So, now we're moving - being diverted down some seedy side street towards the Queensboro bridge. Finally we're getting somewhere!
Silly Maggie - its NY. There's construction, of course. We're moving, but not very fast.
I see an empty lane & I take it - not realizing this lane does NOT go to the bridge, but rather INTO the construction site. Great. I'm stuck now. How the HELL am I going to get out of here?
Then...all of a sudden...BAM! The dark road I'm on ends and the front end of my car is stuck in a huge pile of boulders! I can't get out. I try reversing, but my car won't budge.
So now, my mom & I are literally stuck in a dark construction site in Queens and there is NO ONE around.
I take out my cell phone to call 911 and then, as if the night couldn't get any more weird....
Corey's alarm goes off & wakes me up.
Its 5 am - I'm home - no construction site - no closed Macy's.
Damn pregnancy hormones make me have some WICKED dreams, huh?