Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Lyssa's 1st Birthday








One year ago, I was scheduled for an induction, because a certain little girl was taking her good old time coming into the world. It was schedule for 6am Monday. Sunday evening, I got all prepare, packed bags, french braided my hair, took a nice warm bath. All the things I could do to get ready. Now all I needed was a good nights rest, and I was ready to go. I always read before I go to sleep, so I read for about 20 minutes, then hit the hay. Twenty minutes later my water broke. "DANGIT!", was running heavily through my mind. I really wanted that night sleep. With Mark, my water broke right as I was going to sleep as well, and all I remembered was being absolutely exhausted through the entire labor. I was hoping to be a little more rested this time.

Oh well, I grab some food, while Ethan got ready. All this time, I am not feeling any contractions. Kate was called and she came over, we had it planned this time that she would be my coach. I love my husband, but he was a lousy coach. He was too distracted by everything else to help me out. We get into the car and head to the hospital. Mark was already spending the night elsewhere, because we knew we would be going in for the induction early. Arriving to the hospital at 10:30 pm, we were taken up to the birthing suite.

I knew what to do this time, knew when to get into the hot tub, when to get the epidural, how to time it out. Kate and I had practice all the exercises, and Ethan slept on the couch. I tried hard to sleep but the nurse kept coming in and out, kind of annoying. Finally I could feel the contractions finally being uncomfortable, so I told them I was ready for the epidural once I finished with the hot tub. Epidural came about 6 am, and I was about 5 cm. Then we just sat there waiting for time to pass. I got checked about 10:45 am and was told I was fully dilated. I wasn't feeling a thing, so the nurse suggested that if I wasn't feeling the need to push, to let my body continue to do my thing, and they would be calling the midwife from the doctor's office next door to the hospital. Lori (midwife) showed up about 11:30, checked me out and said, yep, you are ready to go. She then proceeded to tell me that the baby would take about 10 min. I didn't believe her. I had gotten the epidural with Mark, but it had worn off just as it was time to push, and then I pushed for 1 1/2 hours. I was expecting the same amount of time. I started pushing with the contractions and after three sets of contractions, Lyssa Michelle Fike was born at 8lbs and 20 inches long at 11:42 am. And I didn't feel a thing.

Now Lyssa is a very happy little girl. She can walk, has 6 teeth, babbles like a pro. She has been sleeping through the night since she was 3 months. She loves any kind of electronic, remote controls, phones, keyboards, etc. She is tiny. She has a doctor's appt on Thursday, so I will know for sure, but I am guessing she is about 15.5 lbs, and still hasn't doubled her birth weight. Her lasted growth spurt has given her height, so I don't know how tall she is. She is the worlds lightest sleeper, and we can't go into her room once she is asleep or she will wake up. The blanket that Marme made for her has been declared her lovey within the last month. She doesn't use a pacifier anymore. Fake crying is her favorite past time. Her giggles are deep sound stomach giggles. Lyssa is actually ticklish, unlike Mark. Loves being upside down, but doesn't like heights. Can do stairs, but avoids them like the plague. Loves bath time, but can't hold still long enough to put a new diaper on.

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