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					<description><![CDATA[<p>This is John David, officially 2 weeks old!!   These days when I talk to people they ask me two very valid questions: 1.  How are you?  2.  How is J.D.?   So let me answer those 2 questions honestly: 1.  I attempt sleep 12 hours/night, but when you add up all the hours I spend during those 12 hours feeding and changing the baby, I sleep 7 hours/night.  Seriously.  I did the math.  My gut is bloated and achy. [...]</p>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is John David, officially 2 weeks old!!</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  These days when I talk to people they ask me two very valid questions:</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1.  How are you?  2.  How is J.D.?</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  So let me answer those 2 questions honestly:</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1.  I attempt sleep 12 hours/night, but when you add up all the hours I spend during those 12 hours feeding and changing the baby, I sleep 7 hours/night.  Seriously.  I did the math.  My gut is bloated and achy.  I usually don&#8217;t get to eat breakfast until 12 or 1pm.  I ache.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">   I keep googling c-section recovery, and everything keeps saying that it really does take 6 weeks to feel better.  Well, boo fun.  I really thought last time I felt better more quickly than this, but I suppose I must have patience.  Who ever wants to have patience?</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">   So really, I&#8217;m good.  Everything I am griping about is normal, and I will live.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">   Thankfully, my mom returns tonight to help me.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2.  The baby is literally doing great.  He finally dropped his cord this morning.  He has a few awake periods during the day now, and so far we haven&#8217;t had any crying fits to deal with.  (Thank you, Lord, thank you, Lord, thank you, Lord).</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">   We still fall asleep every time I feed him.  I have to work really hard to keep him awake long enough for a full feeding.  Did you know that technically 5 minutes counts as a full feeding?  This baby usually feeds around 15 minutes on one side and 5-10 on the other.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">DaddyO and Nonna sent us a few pictures of the boys, having a good time, in Alabama.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Man, I miss them!</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Check it out.  Glamour Magazine says red hair is in.  Was it ever out?</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> So many different caption possibilities here&#8230;.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> from my front yard  : )</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> the postpartum face:  bags both under and over the eyes&#8230;.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> He actually sleeps all day, so no bags here&#8230;</div>
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<p>When Margret gave me these newborn clothes, I doubted that I&#8217;d ever get to use them, but this little fella&#8217; has been able to wear all the clothes everyone has given him, even the newborns.</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> A few days ago, still not digging tummy time, but he has improved.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">These last 2 were taken with my old camera, and even with these I can see a difference.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the camera we got.  This is a VAST improvement over the ~$120 Nikon Coolpix from 2009 that we were using before!  The zoom lens on it is amazing, and my favorite thing is that when you mash the button to take a picture&#8230;.it actually takes the picture right away.  Plus, the photos aren&#8217;t all yellow.  Hallelujah!</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">Apparently being J.D. is just exhausting.  This is what he usually looks like.</div>
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<h4 style="text-align: left;">  My recovery has not been all peaches and cream the last few days, so I&#8217;m pretty excited that John David&#8217;s best hobby is sleeping.</h4>
<div style="text-align: left;">Hopefully, by the time he comes out of the newborn sleep phase and is ready to join the family (remember we did jolt him from his womb before he asked&#8230;), I will be more fully functioning and able to handle a new baby!</div>
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<h4 style="text-align: left;">   The last few days I have been unable to get rid of a headache for long.</h4>
<div style="text-align: left;">That&#8217;s the first time that&#8217;s ever happened. I&#8217;ve been unable to sleep much (which is weird, shouldn&#8217;t I be sleepy?), along with other unpleasant symptoms I will spare you the details of.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">   I decided it has been 10 days anyway, so it&#8217;s time for me to kiss the heavy pain meds goodbye.  I have switched to regular Tylenol and Motrin 400. So far&#8230;..headache still comes and goes, and I can barely wake up. I am SO UNBELIEVABLY sleepy.  My back hurts now, but only if I&#8217;m up and moving.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">   I have literally slept all day, and it&#8217;s 5:40pm.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">   Granted, I didn&#8217;t go to sleep last night until 3:30am.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  This sleep problem can&#8217;t even be blamed on the baby.  The baby does not sleep all night, but he is not awful either.  He sleeps around the clock, but he typically wakes up to be fed at 12am and 3:30am.  I guess two times/night isn&#8217;t too bad for a 1 week old.  Once fed, he always goes right back to sleep.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  That&#8217;s what finally put me to sleep last night, holding that precious baby in his rocker.  He is the best part of our day!</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  We miss the rest of the boys SO MUCH.  I can&#8217;t even explain how much we miss them.  Thank you so much, Nonna and DaddyO, for the pictures of them.  Thank you, Mom and Dad, for doing so much for them.  I know they miss us less when they are having all this fun in Alabama.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Got the package, Amber!  Thank you!!</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">   Alan, as most of you know, is super handy. Alan&#8217;s idea of a week of rest doesn&#8217;t include a lot of sitting in the living room watching t.v. (But yes, we have watched at least 1 movie/day).</div>
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<h3>The man is a machine.  Here&#8217;s a little of what he&#8217;s accomplished this week:</h3>
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<h4 style="text-align: left;">1.  Rearranged furniture to better suit the children as they keep growing:</h4>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Daniel&#8217;s changing table is gone.  (Now please learn to potty, Dan).  In it&#8217;s place:  these shelves for toys and books.</div>
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<p>Dan&#8217;s sports themed room.  He insisted on keeping the Pooh Bear painting though, which we thought was too sweet.  Seriously, Nonna, we think you are the greatest artist.  You can paint for us anytime you want.  ; )</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Goal:  Fill the brothers frame with a photo this week&#8230;</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Joshua&#8217;s side</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">I took down the art to the left of the big poster to make room for new art.  The old art, pictured here, got destroyed when they put Angry Bird stickers all over it.  Those boys can&#8217;t really be trusted with stickers.</div>
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<h4 style="text-align: left;">Alan&#8217;s accomplishments continued:</h4>
<div style="text-align: left;">2.  Fixed the flat tire on Joshua&#8217;s bicycle</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">3.  Fixed the chain on his own bicycle</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">4.  Returned both his mountain and his road bike to rideable condition.  (He and Joshua have been doing some bike riding this summer, which Alan is pretty excited about).  School aged children can do some fun stuff!</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">5.  Kept me well fed and medicated</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">6.  Quieted John David anytime I need him to do so.  Seriously, Alan could teach Father&#8217;s Ed to new dads.  He&#8217;s amazing.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">7.  Acquired a new desk for the family</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">8&#8230;&#8230;.drum roll please&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">AND BOUGHT ME A NEW CAMERA, A CANNON, RECOMMENDED BY AUNT JANET, THAT WILL BE ARRIVING SOON!!!!!</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">Can you feel the excitement??</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">I&#8217;m so excited!</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">Now, hopefully tomorrow I will be completely &#8220;de-toxed&#8221; from the Percocet and will not have to sleep all day.  : )</div>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>John David, 8 days old    I am now 9 days out from my c-section.  I&#8217;m feeling better, but not great.  C-sections are a literal pain, but of course it is worth it to have my precious new little man.      Drugs have become a very important part of my life.  (Sounds like a wonderful mommy thing to say, huh?)  When they first sent me home, I tried to keep up with my own medication schedule.  After twice taking the [...]</p>
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<p>John David, 8 days old</p></div>
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<div style="text-align:left;">   I am now 9 days out from my c-section.  I&#8217;m feeling <i>better</i>, but not great.  C-sections are a literal pain, but of course it is worth it to have my precious new little man.<br />  </div>
<div style="text-align:left;">   Drugs have become a very important part of my life.  (Sounds like a wonderful mommy thing to say, huh?)  When they first sent me home, I tried to keep up with my own medication schedule.  After twice taking the wrong medication (It would be time for percoset, and I would be so confused that I&#8217;d give myself Motrin 800&#8230;way before I was due for it).  I handed Alan all the medications and told him he&#8217;d have to keep up with it for me.</div>
<div style="text-align:left;">   I so panicked when I realized that I had 1600mg of ibuprofen in my system!  I called the hospital and asked them if I could still feed the baby, etc.   They assured me I could.  Phew&#8230;</div>
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<div style="text-align:left;">  I&#8217;ve had headaches ever since the surgery.  I had sinus problems too, but I finally realized 2 things:</div>
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<div style="text-align:left;">1.  I&#8217;m allergic to &#8220;my chair&#8221;.  (Dust mites live all over upholstered furniture, carpet, and such.  I&#8217;ve had two allergy tests over the years, and dust mites were always a big problem for me.  Dust mites and grass.)</div>
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<div style="text-align:left;">2.  I&#8217;m taking zyrtec daily again, and I&#8217;m still sitting in my chair.  : )</div>
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<div style="text-align:left;"> As for the headaches, the only cure I have found is coffee.  The other night I had to drink coffee to be able to go to sleep.  So weird.</div>
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<div style="text-align:left;">I think the headaches are caused by the drugs.  ugh.  I&#8217;m weaning myself off the Motrin today, but I still need the percoset.</div>
<div style="text-align:left;">  I can totally see why people get addicted to that.  It really helps!  But don&#8217;t worry, I&#8217;m not addicted to percoset.  I&#8217;m simply recovering from a painful surgery.</p>
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<div style="text-align:center;">How funny is J.D. in this picture?</div>
<div style="text-align:center;">And yes, I know I look rough.  See paragraph a.  Also, I feel like I get a pass on make-up wearing and hair straightening until the 2 week mark, at least.  ; )</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:center;">John David, a few days ago, wearing one of his newborn outfits, which he is starting to grow out of already!</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  We are full on doing the newborn thing.  With the kids gone, it feels like a very quiet stay-cation&#8230;kind of like we&#8217;ve stepped back in time.  Not only are J.D.&#8217;s days and nights mixed up, but ours are too.  We stay up until 1am watching movies and playing Ticket to Ride against each other online.  (We are literally playing a board game against each other online&#8230;.so we don&#8217;t have to sit at the table or set up and clean up the game.  Did I mention this is the first time we&#8217;ve played a board game in YEARS?)</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">   Then John David and I sleep until around 11:30 am.  Alan gets up some time earlier than that.  He seems to require a fraction of the amount of sleep that I require!</div>
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<div style="text-align:left;">    I spend a lot of time just feeding the baby.  There is this wonderful thing that no one tells you about breastfeeding:  When you breastfeed, your body releases a hormone that makes you feel all happy, cozy, and sleepy&#8230;.It seems to have the same effect on the baby b/c when we breastfeed it is typical for both of us to fall asleep.  &#8230;.Unfortunately, that hormone kicks in well after the latch-on pain.  In the beginning, breastfeeding hurts.  Yow.  But it only lasts a minute, and it&#8217;s worth it.</div>
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<div style="text-align:left;">    John David is one of those delightful easy-going babies.  You can bet that if he is crying he&#8217;s either hungry or he&#8217;s peed all over himself.  This one is so much like Joshua was.  We are so thankful.  Caleb and Daniel had more gas issues, and Caleb seemed to never nap.  All fourth babies should be this easy!</div>
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<div style="text-align:center;"> My friend Lauren, holding John David.  And thank you for the yummy cookies, Lauren!</div>
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<div style="text-align:center;"> Lauren&#8217;s adorable little girl</div>
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<div style="text-align:center;"> Maelle meets J.D.</div>
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<div style="text-align:center;"> J.D., home from the office.  : )</div>
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<div style="text-align:center;"> I &lt;3 summer flowers!  I didn&#039;t plant these day lillies and hydrangeas, but that&#039;s the fantastic thing about planting.  It&#039;s a work that lasts for years and years and blesses people long after you are gone.</div>
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<div style="text-align:center;"> Check out what Alan bought for the boys.  Apparently when you add our 4 boys + Daddy, we actually have our own basketball team right here.</div>
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<div style="text-align:center;"> Look how tiny he is in his rocker!</div>
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<p> Yes, I&#8217;m aware Joshua sometimes still writes his letters backwards&#8230;.but how cute is what he wrote!<br />&#8220;The chicken tenders are delicious.  You can&#8217;t skip tenders.  They are so delicious.&#8221;</p>
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<div style="text-align:center;"> I finally finished Caleb&#8217;s baby book!  Yay!!!!</div>
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<div style="text-align:center;">The Boys&#8217; Vacation</div>
<div style="text-align:left;">  Joshua, Caleb, and Daniel are having a great time in Alabama.  Today they switch from my parents to Alan&#8217;s parents.  Yesterday my mom took the three of them to Water World all by herself.  Way to go, Mom!!  I&#8217;m impressed.</div>
<div style="text-align:left;">   Caleb, our fearless one, went down the biggest water slide they have (see photo above).  I did that one once, and I was pretty scared of it myself.  Caleb came down so happy and excited, wanting to do it again, so JOSHUA decided to do it with him!!  What!  Joshua did that water slide!?  I couldn&#8217;t believe it, but it&#8217;s true.  I bet that took a lot of bravery on his part, since he&#8217;s naturally more cautious.  Way to go, Joshua!!!</div>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>John David, 3 days old, in Mommy&#8217;s arms, in the comfort of his own room.   So today is the 22nd, and he was born on the 19th.  Does that make him three days old or 4?  I&#8217;m thinking it hasn&#8217;t been 4 full days, so we will go with 3.  That makes me feel better about how much I still hurt too.  Hey, it&#8217;s only been 3 days.  I will be feeling better before you know it!   Let [...]</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;">John David, 3 days old, in Mommy&#8217;s arms, in the comfort of his own room.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  So today is the 22nd, and he was born on the 19th.  Does that make him three days old or 4?  I&#8217;m thinking it hasn&#8217;t been 4 full days, so we will go with 3.  That makes me feel better about how much I still hurt too.  Hey, it&#8217;s only been 3 days.  I will be feeling better before you know it!</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  Let me tell you about this baby!</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">brand new.  That&#8217;s Dr. Wittich on the left and the lady helping him (don&#8217;t know her) on the right.  That&#8217;s literally right when they pulled him out of my belly.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  J.D. was a planned c-section.  Ya&#8217;ll, I have never been so nervous in my life.  I apologize to Alan as well as my parents for having to deal with me THAT MORNING, as I was leaving for the surgery!  I&#8217;d say the anxiety attack was starting already.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">  One of the midwives last Friday (day of the high blood pressure) commented that it was no wonder I was spiking high blood pressures, considering I&#8217;ve had such rough deliveries, and the time was drawing close again.  This has just never gone well for me, so I was terrified.  Getting pregnant, pregnancy, and newborns I can handle, but nature always sticks you on some point of it, and for me that is delivery!</div>
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<p> They always have the father excused from the room to do the epidural or spinal block.  This was their first mistake.  There is only one person that can calm April during a terrified-of -medical-procedures-panic attack, and that person is Alan.<br />
First spinal block:  failed.  She put it in some kind of bony protrusion in my back, so it did nothing.<br />
Second spinal block:  already reached my full level of pain tolerance from having the first spinal block with the also failed local anesthesia that keeps you from feeling the spinal&#8230;..leaving them with&#8230;.<br />
crazy April.<br />
I survived.  They survived.  They laid me down on the table, I suddenly (psychologically) felt like I couldn&#8217;t breathe at all, and the panic hit full on.<br />
The smart anesthesiologist said, &#8220;Okay, I did not do a good job of handling your anxiety.  Someone get her husband in here now.&#8221;  &#8220;I know.  Bring him in early&#8211;right away.&#8221;</p>
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<p>&#8220;Hi, I&#8217;m Super Dad.  All you have to do is rub Crazy April&#8217;s head, just like this, and promise her everything will be okay and she&#8217;s doing great.&#8221;  : )  Thank God for Alan!</p>
<p>How come the women with scheduled-c-sections on t.v. are always so calm?  Actually, I was calm for my first c-section (Daniel).  Oh well.   Let&#8217;s get back to what you really want to see:  baby pictures!</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Beautiful!  And ready to breast-feed already.  Someone get this boy to the mama!</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Daddy looks so nice in white.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> By the time we left the hospital, he was down to 7 lb 10 oz.  We actually had to go to the store and buy him some long sleeved newborn sleepers.  (We keep the house nice and cool).</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Daniel is SO EXCITED about J.D.  He wants to hold him all the time, as does Caleb.  Joshua is also seriously excited, but a lot more cautious with the baby than his brothers.  Another sign of the maturity gap there!</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">Rooming In</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">   The rooming in policy wasn&#8217;t all bad for us.  I fed the baby way more often this way, as he didn&#8217;t disappear for hours to the nursery.  It was always obvious that if Alan couldn&#8217;t calm J.D. down, and his mouth was rooting, it was time to feed.  This has been great for my milk supply and has kept engorgement from being painful b/c my breasts have been emptied out more frequently by my greedy little eater.  : )</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">  Not everyone has an experienced Daddy like Alan though!  I&#8217;m not sure if this would&#8217;ve worked so good for us 7 years ago!</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Joshua, our little photographer</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> We have a picture of Alan holding Joshua and Caleb at that age that looks so much like this!</div>
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<p>Recovery:<br />
Recovery from a c-section is never fun.  This hospital was really great at staying on top of pain medication though.  We still couldn&#8217;t wait to get home.  Hospitals do not let you sleep!  Someone was constantly coming in, even waking up the baby, to check temperatures, give meds, paperwork, pictures, etc.<br />
Right now I&#8217;m only supposed to use the stairs a couple times/day and need to be assisted, in case of losing consciousness.</p>
<p>Having done both types of birth, regular and c-section, I now say with full confidence that one should do their best to avoid a c-section.  This baby turned out to be fairly average sized, so maybe I could have delivered him without a problem, but there was no way for us to know that.  All docs/ midwives I talked to recommended this route for me b/c of my scary natural deliveries.<br />
There is no easy way out of having a baby, but natural is definitely easier, even if you do get a 3rd degree or have a hot spot from your epidural.<br />
So we are calling our family complete.  All present and accounted for.  If I weren&#8217;t a c-section patient, I&#8217;d have a dozen babies.  I really do love babies so much, but it&#8217;s not good to have too many c-sections.<br />
We are just going to super-enjoy the babies that we have.</p>
<div style="text-align: center;">**3 days Old**</div>
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<p>John David has been a perfect gentleman of a baby, so far.  He likes swaddling, but hates having his arms swaddled, so I just leave those out.  He has yet to see a pacifier.  In the beginning, he wanted to nurse 30 minutes on each side, and I was a bit concerned for our future&#8230;.but now that my milk is in, he is done after 7-15 minutes on each side.  Phew!<br />
He sleeps pretty much 24 hours/day.  I figure I might as well enjoy that now, as that will be over pretty quickly!<br />
So far he has been very easy going, which we SO appreciate!!!!</p>
<p>My parents leave with the three oldest boys tomorrow, so next week would be a great time for any of you to visit if you&#8217;d like and get to hold little John David.<br />
Right now Alan is squeezing in a little quality time with the big bros.  He took them to a baseball game, and I&#8217;m sure they&#8217;re having a great time.<br />
What would I do without Alan, Dad, and Mom this week???<br />
I&#8217;d like to thank all three of them for being so wonderful and getting us through this exciting but crazy time!!!</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>  Today was my very last doctor visit of this pregnancy.  Wow!  I am 38 weeks and 2 days.  So you may be wondering if I had dilated, effaced, etc.  The answer is&#8230;.I don&#8217;t know.  No one checked me.  I guess it&#8217;s different when you&#8217;re having a c-section.  I left the house at 8:20 this morning, and I just now got home at 4:15.  My blood pressure and heart rate were so high this morning that they retook it a [...]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>  Today was my very last doctor visit of this pregnancy.  Wow!<br />  I am 38 weeks and 2 days.<br />  So you may be wondering if I had dilated, effaced, etc.  The answer is&#8230;.I don&#8217;t know.  No one checked me.  I guess it&#8217;s different when you&#8217;re having a c-section.<br />  I left the house at 8:20 this morning, and I just now got home at 4:15.<br />  My blood pressure and heart rate were so high this morning that they retook it a few times and then decided to send me up to labor and delivery and make me stay for testing and observation.  (145/88 and heart rate in the 120s)  Weird.  I never have blood pressure issues.<br />  So three hours, a blood test, a urine test, a non-stress test, and an ultrasound later, I finally got to leave.<br />  By the time I left all was normal.  Just a weird morning.</p>
<p>  We got to look at the baby, so that was a bonus.  He&#8217;s doing great.  He has half the amount of amniotic fluid that Daniel did at this point.  Dan was swimming in 20, and J.D. is swimming in 11.  Don&#8217;t ask me what unit of measurement they use for that b/c I have no idea.<br />  The baby is big.  My belly still measures right on schedule, but the baby does seem to be large&#8211;no great surprise there.<br />   The baby still doesn&#8217;t like to show us his boy parts.  The doc doing the ultrasound asked us, &#8220;What is this&#8212; a he, a she, or an it!?&#8221;  I just groaned.  We (Alan had arrived by that point) told him that this is supposed to be a boy.  We did have that one day where we saw a scrotum, so I just remind myself of that.<br />   3/4 guesses have been that this is a boy though&#8230;..plus you have my track record of having BOYS, so that is still what we are expecting.</p>
<p>  After the appointment that wouldn&#8217;t end, Alan took all of us:  Mom, Dad, Daniel, and me into the city for lunch.  Daniel really enjoyed riding the train, and we got to see where Alan works now.</p>
<p>   5 days until our baby arrives!  Not a moment too soon!</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>holding Daniel the very first time.  I was so happy to finally see my baby, as it had been a few hours since the birth.  But I was in SO much pain, and my head was so fuzzy from the morphine that I was still rather out of it.  (And oh, yeah with 2/3 of my deliveries, I swelled really bad, as you can see in my face.  What&#8217;s up with that?  My blood pressure was not high&#8211;you can see [...]</p>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">holding Daniel the very first time.  I was so happy to finally see my baby, as it had been a few hours since the birth.  But I was in SO much pain, and my head was so fuzzy from the morphine that I was still rather out of it.  (And oh, yeah with 2/3 of my deliveries, I swelled really bad, as you can see in my face.  What&#8217;s up with that?  My blood pressure was not high&#8211;you can see it on the monitor behind me 114/68&#8211; so that&#8217;s just another one of those preggo things I don&#8217;t understand).</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  Daniel&#8217;s was the only delivery that I did not sit down and write out the story afterwards.  : (  So I will have to rely on my memory.  Thankfully, Dan is only 2, so I don&#8217;t have to reach that far back.  I did write this on my old blog, 5 days after his birth:</div>
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<div>&#8220;What a week! Wow. We are still excited our little Daniel is here with us, and of course we are still awaiting the day when Mommy is fully recovered and all our little boys are together!<br />
The first two nights home, Daniel was awake all night, and the night before last was especially rough. But thankfully, last night he only woke up twice. Yay! Unfortunately I still couldn&#8217;t sleep! Isn&#8217;t that crazy! Having a c-section means that you can only sleep comfortably on your back. Any other position pulls at my stitches and doesn&#8217;t feel too good. I am waaay not a back sleeper! I grew up before we put babies on their backs to sleep. I&#8217;m hoping the pain goes away soon, and I&#8217;ll be able to sleep however I want. Until then I&#8217;ll be sleeping in the recliner!<br />
Tuesday was a crazy day. The emergency c-section certainly threw me for a loop though! The actual surgery part was easy, but the pain afterwards was&#8230;..less easy&#8230;I think we have enough children now! Ha!&#8221;</div>
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<p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">  </span>I&#8217;m actually not looking forward to that whole pain part, but they say it&#8217;s much different with a spinal block.  Perhaps that will be the case.  I think the bigger problem was my body&#8217;s resistance to morphine&#8211;which I now have learned does nothing for me.</p>
<p>With Daniel, I was the largest pregnant woman I have ever ever been.  I was 15 lbs heavier at the end of that pregnancy than with any of my others.  So we&#8217;ll just call that one my true &#8220;balloon&#8221; pregnancy.  Even my fingers were pregnant!</p>
<p>I knew the size of the baby was going to be a problem, and Dr. Collins had completely forgotten how much trouble my past deliveries were.  Therefore, a month before my due date I went to his office armed with a detailed list of why he could not allow me to carry this baby to 40 weeks or even 39, or the results would be disastrous.  He laughed me off until he actually read the list.  Then he said, &#8220;Okay, actually those are good reasons, and very well presented.&#8221;  (Success!  : )  I am the least confrontational person ever, but when I know a debate or confrontation must be made, I write down a thorough argument&#8211;so as not to lose my nerve, rehearse it in advance, and then make my case leaving no room for questioning or doubt.  I also won a small debate award for that once in college.  : )  )<br />
My induction date was set for 10 days prior to my due date, the earliest the hospital would allow us to do so.<br />
Alan and I checked in at midnight, leaving our older two boys with DaddyO and Nonna.  Since I have notoriously slow labors (15-16 hours), we told everyone to just take their time driving up the next day, no need to rush.  They all remembered spending hours on end in the waiting room for the last delivery, so they didn&#8217;t need much convincing.</p>
<p>The pitocin drip was in by 1 am or so, and heavy contractions started right away.  They weren&#8217;t close together enough to get me dilated very quickly though.  I checked in dilated 2-3 cms, and the nurses said I was already registering contractions before they started the pitocin.  I didn&#8217;t pay those contractions much attention though, as those are the false labor ones that enable me to be several cm dilated before delivery begins, but do not qualify as active labor.</p>
<p>By 8:30 am, I was hurting badly enough to not want to talk, so I decided it was time to get the epidural.  Everything went haywire pretty quickly at that point.<br />
First, the epidural went more upwards than downwards, so I couldn&#8217;t sit up and my chest felt tight.  Then my blood pressure plummeted, I threw up (dry heaved), and started to pass out.  Thankfully, the nurse anesthetist was still there monitoring my reaction to the epidural, so they quickly injected blood pressure meds into my IV.  That stopped the fainting and the puking.</p>
<p>I was m-i-s-e-r-a-b-l-e, and I did not have a good feeling about how things were going.  Dr. Collins walked in to check on me, and I said, &#8220;Dr. Collins, this is <i>not</i> going well.  This is not <i>going</i> to go well.  I&#8217;m going to be in labor 15 hours (total&#8211;that&#8217;s my average), then the baby&#8217;s going to get stuck at the shoulders.  You might as well just go ahead and cut me open and get this over with!&#8221;</p>
<p>Well, he deals with anxious women in labor on a daily basis, so he was probably not surprised by my change in personality.  (I come across as easy going almost always, EXCEPT in labor and delivery situations&#8230;.in which I can become a bit scary I suppose.  Not yelling, just grumpy.)    He broke my water, assured me that would get things moving, and fled from the room.  I don&#8217;t think he really responded one way or the other to my c-section request&#8230;.</p>
<p>About 1 minute after he broke my water, he and another nurse (in addition to the one standing beside me) rushed back into the room.<br />
&#8220;All right, April, you jinxed us.  It looks like you&#8217;re going to get your wish.  The baby&#8217;s heart rate has plummeted, so we&#8217;re going to have to do an emergency c-section and get him out of there.  It looks like when the water broke, the cord started choking the baby.&#8221;</p>
<p>All in a matter of seconds, Alan was handed scrubs, oxygen tubing was inserted into my nose, and they were doing various prep jobs as they rolled me quickly down the hall.<br />
By the time Alan got those scrubs on, called the family, and walked into the operating room, they had already begun the surgery.  It was rather amazing how quickly it was all done.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know what they put in my IV, but it was a rather odd experience, very surreal and confusing to me at the time.  I remember most when they held up Daniel, all covered in goo and crying the quietest cry I&#8217;d ever heard.  He was the roundest newborn I&#8217;d ever seen.  9lb 4 oz and only 20 inches long.  They held him up and said, &#8220;You&#8217;ve got a red-head!&#8221;  I was so excited to hear that, except I couldn&#8217;t really tell that his hair was red yet, only gooey!<br />
They kept him on oxygen, with Dr. Doggett, the pediatrician pacing over him for two hours before anyone got to hold him.</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;">Poor little Dan.  I don&#8217;t know if he was gasping for air or really wanting his first meal, but he held his mouth like that for a good while.  He didn&#8217;t get fed until around 5 hours after birth, and even then we had trouble getting him to latch on, so I don&#8217;t remember when he got his true first feeding.</div>
<p>I was too out of it to know anything about that, though.  The epidural had been removed, and I was on morphine, but I felt like I was on nothing at all.  For three hours I just laid there, wanting so badly to sleep b/c of the effects of the pain medication.  But I couldn&#8217;t sleep at all b/c I felt like the entire middle of my body was very much on fire.</p>
<p>Lesson learned here:  I really hope to convince the medical staff to give me a different pain medication&#8211;not morphine.<br />
They kept asking me, &#8220;What&#8217;s your pain level now, 10 being the worst pain you&#8217;ve ever felt.&#8221;<br />
I kept telling them, &#8220;10!  10!  It&#8217;s a 10!&#8221;  I wanted to share in the excitement of holding Daniel and talking to family, but I was hurting way too badly.  I told Alan to just make sure everyone knew I couldn&#8217;t really talk yet.</p>
<p>That level of pain only lasted a few hours, the morphine finally wore off and they gave me something else, and so it became more and more of just a manageable pain.  Thank goodness!</p>
<p>Of course, when Daniel was born it was also very hard on Alan, as he was so worried about both Daniel and me, and they didn&#8217;t always allow him in the room.  I felt so bad for him.  No family was there to share in his worry because we had told everyone &#8220;take your time&#8221;.  They all found out about the delivery via telephone, on their way to the hospital.  I think Daniel was born around 9 or 9:30 am, but I was so fuzzy and it all happened so fast, I just really don&#8217;t remember!<br />
The family was worried about Alan being at the hospital alone during all this, so Alan&#8217;s Granddaddy, who lives close to that hospital, was so kind as to come up and sit with Alan until the rest of the family had arrived.  Jennings also came by to visit, before either Daniel or I had come out of the recovery room.<br />
That was definitely our quickest, craziest delivery!</p>
<p>The c-section is a slower, more painful road to recovery, even with the rough deliveries that I had had in the past.  However, at least I didn&#8217;t suffer any complications from it, and it was truly a life-saving procedure for Daniel.  It&#8217;s also the reason I don&#8217;t advocate at-home births in an age where we have such wonderful medical advances.  I don&#8217;t believe Daniel would have survived a home-birth.</p>
<p>Daniel was a very typical baby.  He&#8217;s a super atypical toddler, though.  Obviously, he is a mischievous little thing, with all the toilets, lipstick, food, and markers he&#8217;s gotten into&#8230;..but that boy will do chores alongside his momma all day long.  He also obeys better than any 2-year-old we&#8217;ve ever had.  He is such a sweet blessing.</p>
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