Megan’s World

Well, I figure she’s been here for two months, I should do a post. I think about it often, but don’t have a whole lot of time to actually get to it. Who knew babies could keep you so busy.

I can’t believe how fast the past two months have gone by. Megan is growing so quickly. She sure like to eat (too bad more of it doesn’t stay down)! Her appointment for her 2 month needles is on Thursday. I’m not looking forward to that. Who wants to have their little one poked like that. I know she sure is a strong little girl. She pushes herself into a standing position with her feet when I’m holding her. She has been holding her head up for quite a while and she is rolling from belly to back. I don’t know how I can give her proper belly time when all she does is roll over.
She is starting to smile a bit more, but still not as much as I would like. It really lights up her whole face. I have a feeling she is going to be a bit more serious than her brother is.
She is still having cranky evenings. The crying fits are getting less, but they are still there. She is going to bed around 10ish now and she normally sleeps until around 3 when she has 1/2 a feeding cause she’s so tired. Then she’s up again to eat around 5. I forgot how much I dislike the spit up. She’s a good eater, but doesn’t like to burp much. When she burps, it always seems to bring up 1/2 of her meal with it, through her mouth and her nose. Not pleasant. And it takes her breath away. Certainly something for me to ask the Doctor about.
Dylan really likes her. Any time she’s down on the floor playing, he has to go lay beside her or bring her toys to show her. If she’s in her swing, he’s right there pushing her, and if she’s in the cradle, he’s there talking to her. He has a special voice for her. As soon as he sees her, he runs up, says “Hi” and rubs her face. He will take her hand and rub his own face with it. He wants her to do the same thing to him. Very sweet!
They have both taken turns waking each other up, whether it be in the daytime or the nightime. At least it doesn’t happen too ofter.
As for me, I am very exhausted. Lack of sleep is certainly affecting me. I am very emotional, jumpy and holy frack, am I ever forgetful. I think the forgetfullness is the worst. Hey, just yesterday, I locked us out of the house cause I left the keys in here. Thank Goodness Matt was able to get in the front window. Then we went to Mom’s house and I left my set of keys there. I’m scared I’m going to forget her somewhere. I’m always checking the back seat when we are out to make sure she’s still there.
I was really nervouse about having a girl because I didn’t know what to do with a girl. All I can say is that I can’t imagine life without her. I can’t believe how enamoured I became with her right from the start. I am very blessed to have a wonderful little boy and a wonderful little girl. Life is good!

I wish I had more time to post more things… Where to start…

She’s not sleeping through the nights yet but does seem to go down ok come around 11pm. Having a hard time dealing with all the crying. She really does seem to cry a lot and it gets a bit annoying at times. I am sure Dylan did the same thing but still, it can get to be a bit much.

She is starting to smile a bit and her eyes are starting to change colour and lighten up quite a bit. I can’t wait to see what colour they end up.

She seems to like music. Had her in my office with the music blaring and she just layed there and almost feel asleep. I think she actually prefers it when I sing to her and sway with her as well. That is kind of cool.

Tamara is tired and so am I but not as much as her. We had our first night sans Megan last night and it was nice to just go to bed and be done with it. Need to do that more often.

Hope to have more pictures eventually.

I was going to post a photo of Megan but unfortunately all of the pictures are on our network drive which is currently disconnected. I’m hoping to get that up and running again this weekend.

Regardless, the little one is growing. She’s already grown an inch or so and is now past her actual birth weight. She’s starting to have a lot more awake time so she’s got her pretty eyes looking around everywhere. She also likes to poop, a lot.

It’s very interesting to see the differences from what Dylan did as a baby to what she is doing. Kind of hard to explain but she is definitely her own personality. She argues with Tamara’s boobs when she doesn’t get her milk the way she wants and she definitely prefers being held versus laying in her basonette. Makes me wonder how she’s going to turn out.

Her brother is treating her like gold despite his issues with her being in the house. He’s taken to her quite a bit and has decided that she should NEVER have anything covering her. No blankets or anything. Just her. It’s quite amusing.

I will say though that having two kids is not like having one kid. I’ll be posting my own rant on the subject on Bobsroom so feel free to read that. It’s definitely harder being a parent to two versus one.

But that having been said, she’s doing very well and we’re very happy to have her in our family.

In about an hour, it will have been exactly two weeks since Megan has joined us. Aside from the lack of sleep, for which Tamara suffers more of than I, it has been going ok. Dylan is doing really well with his new sister and we are glad to see that things are going well.

It has been a bit of an adjustment having a second child around but not enough that it has disturbed us in any major means. She’s getting a bit more active in that she’s awake a bit and looking around more which is nice. I’m glad to see her looking at me.

She had a dr’s appt today and she has put on a pound since her departure from the hospital and the doctor has given her a clean bill of health. He said all is well and we’re lucky to have her.

I’m now even more anxious to see her eye color, and how she starts to look as she grows more and more. Wow, it’s hard to comprehend the fact that I have another child. Who knew.

In case somehow you missed it via Facebook, here are our first pictures of th newest edition.

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In case you haven’t already heard, Tamara gave birth to our daughter Megan Grace last night at about 8:44pm. She’s in excellent health and Tamara is doing well. However, it was a long journey there and I thought I would share the news and the story in my own words here.

Wednesday night about 6:30, Tamara noticed that her water had broke. She had been to the doctor that day and the doctor was very clear that as soon as her water broke, she should head to the hospital within the hour. We got my mom to come over and take care of Dylan while we headed to the hospital to see what was going to happen.

We had expected that this delivery would go quite fast based on what the doctors had said, what we’d read, and just different things we had heard. However this was not going to be the case.

She was at 1cm but that’s actually about normal for someone who’s had a child before. They set her up in the room and we waited. And waited. And waited. Tamara was put on some antibiotics that she would have to receive every 4 hours. If the baby was born within that first 4 hour window, she’d have to be taken to the NICU to insure that there are no complications. We really wanted to make sure that she would be born after 12:30am so she wouldn’t be in the NICU. Well, 12:30 came, another round of antibiotics were given and still no baby.About 2am came along and Tamara still was not having any contractions of any kind. We started to ask about getting the labour started using Pitocin which is commonly used to induce labour.

The problem was that there was a nursing shortage and if they gave her the drugs to induce, and she went into full on labour, they’d have no nurses to run the room. So we waited more. And more. And more. Another round of antibiotics. Another round.

At around 1ish yesterday afternoon, they gave her the pit drip. She started to dialate a bit but it was going really slow. As the day progressed, the contractions started. They were very small at first but then they started to kick in.

Somewhere around 7ish or 8ish last night, Tamara was becoming uncomfortable and asked for something to help with the pain. She did not get an epidural but simple asked for something to take the edge off. They gave her a shot of Fentanyl which seemed to help her. The nurse said that it might help her to relax and bring on more intense labour.Well, it certainly did.

I think they gave her the shot around 8 and within 15-20 minutes, the good labour started. She only had about 4 or 5 real good pushes and Megan was born.

We had decided that for this baby, we did not want anyone else in the room. So when Megan was born, they grabbed the baby and put her right on Tamara’s chest and she got to hold her for the first time. She stayed there for quite a while and all was good. Tamara had to have a stitch or two and there was a very minor complication with bleeding but all was settled. Eventually, Tamara tried to feed her and for a baby only about 20 minutes old, she sure as hell knew how to eat. She fed well and then was introduced to her grandparents.

From start to finish, 27.5 hours later, Tamara was in her room, and I headed home. Megan was taken to the neonatal ICU and would remain there over night. There were not complications but because the baby was born more than 18 hours after Tamara’s water broke, they wanted to keep her under observation. We are hoping they will release her to Tamara’s room today.

So, as of right now, we’re all good. I got some much needed sleep as I hope Tamara did as well. I’ll be leaving to go see her soon. Pictures and video will be posted within a day or so and before you know it, she’ll be home.

Please feel free to visit her at the hospital. I’m sure she would love to see you.

Lastly, since we kept the name under wraps for so long, it’s kind of nice to change the website name to what it was supposed to be all along. Megan’s World. Keep posted here for updates on Megan’s progress.

www.megansworld.ca

It’s 11:30pm and Tamara and I have been here at the hospital since about 7:30 or so. Her water broke an hour beforehand but no contractions yet. It may be a long night. We’ll see.

I guess this is my first post. Not that I haven’t wanted to write. There’s just so much in my head that it’s overwhelming and too hard to put into words. It feels like I just found out yesterday that we were expecting you, and now, it’s less than a month to go and you will be here. The time has gone very slow and very fast at the same time. I have had many emotions going on, some good, some scary. I guess the biggest one was my nervousness of having a girl. I guess, coming from a family of boys, I’m not sure that I would know what to do with a girl. I mean, I have 3 brothers, and most of my cousins were boys, and all the babies in our family are boys. It’s a little scary to think that I won’t know what to do with a girl. And the fact that I am emotional and cry at the drop of a hat doesn’t make it easier. I tend to think that you will be just like me. I believe those fears have passed. As long as you have lots of love and are raised with understanding, that everything will be ok.

We still have lots of work to do. I just got the crib yesterday and want to try and put that together tomorrow. Daddy put the dresser together yesterday, and I need to finish putting the bassinet back together. I may work on that tonight. I have a feeling that the cross stitch won’t be done before you get here, and I plan to make the curtains and your blanket next week. There’s so much to do. I really don’t know where the time has gone. As you will soon find out, I am not the most organized person.

I hope so much for you. I hope that you really like your big brother. I think that Dylan is going to think the whole world of you. I know that there will be lots of adjustments to make, but things will work out.

All I know is that I am really looking forward to meeting you, little girl! Just don’t plan on coming this week, and all will be well with the world. Daddy is away for 5 days this week, and he really does not want to miss your arrival. I don’t want him to miss it either. A little one needs to have both parents around when she arrives!

As it turns out, I will be travelling for work in the month of April. Specifically, I will be out the week of April 20th, getting back that Friday. Now, mind you, Tamara is due on May 12th, which means that when I return on the 24th that means there will be 19 days left before she is due to pop. However, it’s not uncommon for the second child to be born earlier than the first and Dylan was born early.

It makes me nervous. I can’t back out of the trip I have but I am really trying to stay positive about the situation. Fact is, the last thing in the world I want to do is to be on the road when my daughter is born. I mean, how awful would that be? To miss the birth of my own child. It’s really wearing in the back of my mind and I am trying so hard to just keep telling myself that it will be fine and that she’s not gonna come until I am back and that all will be well.

It’s fine and dandy to say that, but it still sits in my head. Man, I will be glad when April is finished and my daughter is still in my wife’s belly.

Here’s to hoping.