Monday, November 3, 2008

Catherine Margaret Auffhammer is 2

2 years ago Catie was born, so I thought that I would take this opportunity to tell her birth story. That was the disclaimer. If you don't want to read any futher I will not be offended or hurt... :)

I was due on Oct. 28, but had no signs of labor so I attended the wedding of some friends of James. That was on a Sunday. On Wednesday, I went to the doctor's office with some false labor. I was told that I was 3 cm dilated and 50% effaced, but was not in active labor. "Go to the mall and walk" was the advice. It didn't work. On Friday, I was 5 days overdue. James woke up at 6 am to go to work and, of course, I had to get up to go to the bathroom. As I sat up, my water broke. I wasn't having contractions or pain or anything. I called the dr.'s office and they said to come in b/c I needed to deliver within 24 hours and I also needed to have antibiotics at delivery. We called my parents and they started on the 6 hour drive to Virginia hoping to make it before Cate was born. James called his boss and let him know he would not be coming to work.

We got in the car at 7 am and started out into Northern Virginia traffic. Usually a trip to Fairfax would've taken us AT LEAST an hour at that time of the morning, but we were there in less than 1/2 hour. At one point James used the "right turn only" lane to go straight (through a red light) to get around a line of about 20 vehicles. All I could think was that if we got pulled over, the cop probably would not believe that I was in labor b/c I wasn't in pain.

By 10 am I was checked into the room and relaxing in bed. I hadn't been a patient since I was a little kid, so it was very strange to be on the "other side" of medicine. I was still not having contractions, so the nurse encouraged me to walk. I walked for about an hour. (they told me not to eat....we went to the cafeteria and got a bagel. By that time, I knew that I would not be delivering anytime soon, so i figured it was safe.)

At 11 am, I was started on Pitocin. They had to increase the dose a few times, but i finally started to have contractions. My family arrived. James's parents were there. We all just waited. By 2 pm, I couldn't handle the pain. Seriously, it was ridiculous. I could tell James was struggling with seeing me like that also. I told the nurse I wanted an epidural and asked how long it would take to get the anesthesiologist up there to put it in. She gave the usual nurse answer of "about 15 minutes" and continued filling out paperwork and doing something with my monitor. Trying not to be rude, I said "wouldn't it be faster if you called them?". She took the phone out of her POCKET and made the call. The anesthesiologist was there within minutes and I was feeling better.

The epidural worked so well that my right leg fell off the bed. It was dead weight and i couldn't move it. haha... James thought I was playing. Then I started not feeling well. James notice my blood pressure was dropping and I was very, very lethargic. He asked if he should call the nurse and I remember telling him no, but he called anyway. i remember feeling like I was dying and telling myself that the nurse was coming and she would take care of things. (That is how my heart patients felt when their pressures dropped and they told me they felt like they were going to die.) The nurse gave me some meds to bring my pressure back up and turned down the epidural. I had passed out and I remember waking up and vomiting. It was scary.

Around 8 pm, I was able to start pushing. NOTE: my water broke at 6 am....so i had been in labor for 14 hours...not in pain, but in labor just the same. Catie was born at 9:15. James was the only one in the room (other than medical staff). I had a wonderful doctor whom we had seen throughout my pregnancy and "happened" to be on call that day. Catie was beautiful. most babies aren't born with perfect looks and i was prepared to see an alien or a monkey, but she looked perfect. (but most parents think that, so here's a picture so you can see for yourself.)

What a blessing it has been to have her in my life. Yesterday, she was dedicated at church. It was an opportunity for James and I to say, publicly, that she is only on loan to us from God. She is His child. We simply have the privilege of raising her for a short time and we will do it to the best of our ability and teach her about Him.

"I love you, my sweet Boogie."

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Papa's pumpkin patch

My dad wanted the girls to come pick out pumpkins from his garden. The dog ended up biting into one of them the day we brought it home, but we had fun going to get them.If I was really being honest I would tell you that I just wanted some cute pictures of the girls playing in the leaves and sitting next to some pumpkins.

She loved this leaf pile.

What a sweety. She really is just as precious in real life. I wish all of you could meet her.



A little bit distracted. There were quite a few not-so-good pictures in the bunch b/c of the curiosity of little girls. (and that stubborn streak!!)


P.S. Thank you Aunt Erds for the wonderful matchy-matchy sweatshirts!!!

on the move

She started in the living room (Where the sunbeam is coming from).

She's quick even though she doesn't get on her hands and knees.



Thursday, October 23, 2008

soon, Rachel, soon

I'm getting annoyed with the same old post too. I'll update again in the next few day...I promise.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

healthy, but....

Today Lydia went for her 6 month visit to the doctor. I really like the pediatrician that the girls see. He's very knowledgable and kind and the girls don't seem to be afraid of him. He tends to repeat the same things each visit, but this time was a little different.

When Lydia was 2 weeks old a hemangioma showed up on her eyelid. It's barely even visible in this picture...

It's simply a cluster of blood vessels close to the surface and should disappear within the first few years of life. Dr. Khan has always mentioned that it's okay and should go away but keep an eye on it. Today, he said the same thing and added that he's a little concerned b/c of it's location and if it gets bigger he will refer us to a plastic surgeon. Wait...what? He then said that he didn't want to scare me and that it would probably be fine. For a moment, I was afraid, though. My brain immediately pictured my precious little girl needing surgery. I'm not a fan of surgeries of any sort. When I think about someone I love going to surgery I feel panic in my heart. This has more to do with the way Andrew died than a distrust of the medical profession. It was a passing feeling though. I know that the chances of this thing changing and growing are small, but now I am prepared for it.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

a rare occurance...

A picture of me and James.


Sunday, October 5, 2008

I'm a little scared...

There's lots (and I mean....LOTS) of gunfire outside. At times it sounds like a 4th of July fireworks finale. No, I don't live in the hood. I live in the middle of nowhere and my neighbors (whom I can't see from any spot on my property) are out target shooting. I think there might be more than one of them shooting. I'm avoiding windows and praying a stray bullet doesn't make it's way through one of them. The dog has been indoors all afternoon. He doesn't like the noise, and he looks a little like a deer.

I grew up in the country. I, myself, have done my share of target shooting. I understand that hunting season is coming up and this is part of living out here, but I also know that there are some REALLY stupid rednecks out there. I don't know which neighbors are shooting and I have no reason to believe that they are drunk, dumb, or otherwise incapacitated. I just know that it's possible.

My comfort is that the shots sound too far away to be our immediate neighbor. And I did notice a car at one of the hunting cabins down the road, so I'm guessing that's where the sound is from. If that's true, it's too far for a bullet to travel.