Yep a little bit of copper Hair! Sara doing amazing!
Who she is named after! Nanas Mora "Isabel" Bundy, and Aileen "Marie" Lunde.
Happy Daddy!
Autie Kristi giving her a little pat on the Back
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Isabella Marie Lunde!
Well, I know Ive been keeping you all waiting and waiting and waiting. This is quite a time to be completely preoccupied with the coming of a beautiful new addition to our family, and spending as much time with her as possible. She has been just absolutely perfect from the time of Conception, we can hardly even express that. She Breathed her first Breath on March 27th 2009, at the Early hours of 00:50, Weighing 7lbs 1 oz, and 20.5" Long. Isabella and Sara have been doing just great! Isabella has been feeding perfect and I think she is the most amazing thing I have ever laid eyes on, I am biased but I think you will Agree, so without Further ado, Presenting......Isabella Marie Lunde!
Yep a little bit of copper Hair! Sara doing amazing!
Who she is named after! Nanas Mora "Isabel" Bundy, and Aileen "Marie" Lunde.
Happy Daddy!
Autie Kristi giving her a little pat on the Back
Yep a little bit of copper Hair! Sara doing amazing!
Who she is named after! Nanas Mora "Isabel" Bundy, and Aileen "Marie" Lunde.
Happy Daddy!
Autie Kristi giving her a little pat on the Back
Week 40!
Hey All, here is the last Picture of the weeklies, she was still looking stunning thats for sure, I should have posted this sooner, because more than likely no one will stay too long on this picture with the baby pics on here as well!
Friday, March 20, 2009
Playing catch up!
Well, soon enough I'll get to take pictures of both Sara and the little one. I am excited for that, and Im sure they will both hate me. Anyways, here is Week 39! Ive attached it to the old blog as well.
Week 39!
Week 39!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Monday's Scare
We had a bit of a scare yesterday...
I woke up yesterday, on my first day of maternity leave, feeling a bit "off". As in something felt like it was missing. I realized that I hadn't exactly felt any movements from the baby, and I wasn't sure how long that had been going on for. I called into the doctor's office to see if I could come in just to listen and make sure the heartbeat was still going strong. The receptionist let me know that the doctor was at the hospital until 12, but I could come in after then, or if I was really worried, to just go straight to the hospital and have them do an assessment. SHE didn't sound too worried, so I thought I would just wait until noon.
I did a bunch of running around and errands ("before noon?!??" you ask. You bet! I was up and doing stuff by 8:30 thank you very much), and then headed to see the doctor. My doctor is a very busy woman, and it was great to walk into the office and have them immediately take me back to one of the rooms for her to see me right away. First, she listened for a heartbeat - which was strong as ever. But then, no matter what she did (poking around, feeling around my stomach, even an internal exam - fun) she couldn't get the baby to move. This is when she started reassuring me that in 20 years she had only had 2 situations where that had actually been a bad thing, and since the moms had come in, they had been able to get the babies out in time. I could tell she was starting to get worried, which made me worried. She faxed my files over to the hospital and called ahead and told me to head straight there for a non-stress test. On my way out of the room she told me not to be her third "situation"... now I'm really starting to freak out.
Up until this point I hadn't said anything to Matt, since it wasn't supposed to be a big deal. But there was no way I was going up the hospital by myself. And no way if anything actually turned out to be wrong was I not going to have him there with me. I drove over to his parents house (he was still on lunch) and when I finally got there (3 minutes later, but it felt like longer!) I had to pretend to pet their dog until I could make myself talk to let him know what was going on.
Thank God Vernon is such a small place. I can't imagine having to drive half an hour to find Matt and then an hour to get to the hospital when I had no idea what was going on. When we got to the hospital we were sent straight upstairs where a nurse was waiting for us and took us straight into one of the rooms to get me strapped to the machine to monitor heartbeat and fetal movement. The first 15 minutes weren't picking anything up. We could hear her on the phone with my doctor letting her know the machine had only picked up 4 very slight movements in 15 minutes, and that I hadn't felt any of them. So they gave me some juice and put this thing that sounded like a razor on my stomach to see if noice would make a difference, and kept the monitors going for another 15 minutes... FINALLY SOME MOVEMENT!! And I even felt a few of them! I don't think I've ever felt so relieved in my life. The printout of the second test readings were passed around to a few people at the hospital and sent over to my doctor, who called to let me know it was a "beautiful strip" and that everything looked good.
Now that everything was ok, they let me know that there are a few reasons I might not be feeling much movement at this point. 1) If she's facing towards my back, any jabs and kicks will be going in that direction, and I won't necessarily feel them. 2) Since I'm so "small", she doesn't have any room left in there, so any movements she does make won't feel like kicks or punches anymore, I will be feeling more or the stretches or shifting that she does. 3) I've been pretty sick this past week, which apparently can also cause the baby to get "quieter". 4) The monitor picked up a few good contractions while I was hooked up. They said that a lot of babies seem to "rest up" when they know that their delivery is coming.
One more week (and a day) until due date!!
I woke up yesterday, on my first day of maternity leave, feeling a bit "off". As in something felt like it was missing. I realized that I hadn't exactly felt any movements from the baby, and I wasn't sure how long that had been going on for. I called into the doctor's office to see if I could come in just to listen and make sure the heartbeat was still going strong. The receptionist let me know that the doctor was at the hospital until 12, but I could come in after then, or if I was really worried, to just go straight to the hospital and have them do an assessment. SHE didn't sound too worried, so I thought I would just wait until noon.
I did a bunch of running around and errands ("before noon?!??" you ask. You bet! I was up and doing stuff by 8:30 thank you very much), and then headed to see the doctor. My doctor is a very busy woman, and it was great to walk into the office and have them immediately take me back to one of the rooms for her to see me right away. First, she listened for a heartbeat - which was strong as ever. But then, no matter what she did (poking around, feeling around my stomach, even an internal exam - fun) she couldn't get the baby to move. This is when she started reassuring me that in 20 years she had only had 2 situations where that had actually been a bad thing, and since the moms had come in, they had been able to get the babies out in time. I could tell she was starting to get worried, which made me worried. She faxed my files over to the hospital and called ahead and told me to head straight there for a non-stress test. On my way out of the room she told me not to be her third "situation"... now I'm really starting to freak out.
Up until this point I hadn't said anything to Matt, since it wasn't supposed to be a big deal. But there was no way I was going up the hospital by myself. And no way if anything actually turned out to be wrong was I not going to have him there with me. I drove over to his parents house (he was still on lunch) and when I finally got there (3 minutes later, but it felt like longer!) I had to pretend to pet their dog until I could make myself talk to let him know what was going on.
Thank God Vernon is such a small place. I can't imagine having to drive half an hour to find Matt and then an hour to get to the hospital when I had no idea what was going on. When we got to the hospital we were sent straight upstairs where a nurse was waiting for us and took us straight into one of the rooms to get me strapped to the machine to monitor heartbeat and fetal movement. The first 15 minutes weren't picking anything up. We could hear her on the phone with my doctor letting her know the machine had only picked up 4 very slight movements in 15 minutes, and that I hadn't felt any of them. So they gave me some juice and put this thing that sounded like a razor on my stomach to see if noice would make a difference, and kept the monitors going for another 15 minutes... FINALLY SOME MOVEMENT!! And I even felt a few of them! I don't think I've ever felt so relieved in my life. The printout of the second test readings were passed around to a few people at the hospital and sent over to my doctor, who called to let me know it was a "beautiful strip" and that everything looked good.
Now that everything was ok, they let me know that there are a few reasons I might not be feeling much movement at this point. 1) If she's facing towards my back, any jabs and kicks will be going in that direction, and I won't necessarily feel them. 2) Since I'm so "small", she doesn't have any room left in there, so any movements she does make won't feel like kicks or punches anymore, I will be feeling more or the stretches or shifting that she does. 3) I've been pretty sick this past week, which apparently can also cause the baby to get "quieter". 4) The monitor picked up a few good contractions while I was hooked up. They said that a lot of babies seem to "rest up" when they know that their delivery is coming.
One more week (and a day) until due date!!
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Doctor's appointments and Week 38 picture... a little late
Last Saturday Matt and I had our day of prenatal classes, where we got to watch some fun movies and hear about all we have to look forward to whenever our child decides to make her big debut. I'm not sure where they come up with some of these words having to do with pregnancy and child-birth. Really. I would think they'd try and make it sound a bit more glamorous. We were encouraged to try out a bunch of different positions for contractions... all of which included Matt massaging my back. Maybe this won't be so bad after all?? I've let him know we'll have to keep practicing that part.
Well, we DID take pictures last Monday, and were planning on uploading them that Tuesday, but we both got incredibly sick with who knows what kind of flu/cold/kill-me-now bug. Today is the first day since Tuesday that I've had enough energy to make it through eating a full meal, and Matt's been feeling pretty close to the same. I just have to say I'm glad I didn't go into labor while feeling like that! I would definitely have had to have a c-section at that point, because there is no way I would have been able to push for longer than 20 seconds.
Thursday we both dragged ourselves into the doctor's office for the weekly checkup... and our baby is finally starting to cooperate! She hasn't dropped yet, but she's head down now. I have to admit that a c-section was looking ideal at first, but after really looking into it, I'm glad we won't have to go that way. Apparently I have no more room in there. It is all baby from as low as you can go to right up under my ribs, and all the way on both sides. According the doctor that should make things progress faster, since there's not really anywhere else for her to go. As the day gets closer I'm not sure whether to tell her to hurry up and come, or stay in a while longer until I feel ready!
So, without further ado, the picture from LAST Monday has been added to the reel of pictures in the blog below (there will be another one being loaded up tomorrow or Tuesday... unless something else comes up).
Well, we DID take pictures last Monday, and were planning on uploading them that Tuesday, but we both got incredibly sick with who knows what kind of flu/cold/kill-me-now bug. Today is the first day since Tuesday that I've had enough energy to make it through eating a full meal, and Matt's been feeling pretty close to the same. I just have to say I'm glad I didn't go into labor while feeling like that! I would definitely have had to have a c-section at that point, because there is no way I would have been able to push for longer than 20 seconds.
Thursday we both dragged ourselves into the doctor's office for the weekly checkup... and our baby is finally starting to cooperate! She hasn't dropped yet, but she's head down now. I have to admit that a c-section was looking ideal at first, but after really looking into it, I'm glad we won't have to go that way. Apparently I have no more room in there. It is all baby from as low as you can go to right up under my ribs, and all the way on both sides. According the doctor that should make things progress faster, since there's not really anywhere else for her to go. As the day gets closer I'm not sure whether to tell her to hurry up and come, or stay in a while longer until I feel ready!
So, without further ado, the picture from LAST Monday has been added to the reel of pictures in the blog below (there will be another one being loaded up tomorrow or Tuesday... unless something else comes up).
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Another Weekly!
Hey All, I have a few posts to make, but first things first. The Weekly Sara Pics!
Enjoy.
.Matt.
Enjoy.
.Matt.
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