How It All Went Down

Friday morning we dropped Camden off at the babysitter before heading to the hospital. And you know me, I had to have her take our last family picture with just the three of us. It is a very weird feeling knowing you will start the day with just one child and finish with two. I wasn't really nervous, just anxious to be done!
When we arrived at the hospital I felt weird checking in to have a scheduled delivery. Most women go to the hospital in pain hoping they won't be sent away because they haven't progressed. I went to the hospital that morning with a clean house, makeup on, hair done, hoping they wouldn't turn me away because the operating room was full. This was it, it was for real.I can't help but think my man looks hot in these nice hospital scrubs! They liked him so much they even gave him his favorite color for this big day(not really, but it works)!

When they came in my room and told Dan to get dressed my heart skipped a beat. Here we were, just two short hours after arriving and headed to the OR. Dan waited in the room next door while I received my spinal. They laid me on the table, strapped my arms down, and I felt my bottom half go numb in a matter of seconds. I started to panic a little which raised my blood pressure. I was hoping they wouldn't notice, but when you are hooked up to all that equipment the alarms notify the rest of the world how you are really feeling. The nurse anesthetist was awesome and talked me through my "small panic attack" before Dan came in. One he walked in, it was go time.

At 12:51pm this big guy was born and we were off to the recovery room. I knew what to except seeing how this was a repeat c-section and was better prepared to be "out of it" for the next two days. Luckily this time I remember them wheeling me to recovery and seeing him get his first bath. I saw Dan feed the chunker his first bottle and he snarfed it down. It was a great feeling being more alert. After we stayed in the recovery room for about an hour I felt the medication kick in and me slipping off into la la land. They wheeled me to my room where Tiffani was waiting and that's about all I remember. The itching began!

Later that night Camden came to meet his new brother and has been loving on him ever since.

We can't get enough of his dark hair and calm demeanour(knock on wood). He is such a joy and we are so glad he is finally here.

Welcome to the world Jace David Walker.

Here are some of the pictures from today. We welcome Carston or Jace David Walker (we are still a little undecided). He weighed in at 8 lbs 12 oz and was 21 1/2 inches long.

Ready or Not Here He Comes

All the laundry is done. The house is clean. My freezer is stocked. A hospital bag is packed. Camden is asleep. Now my mind can race...

Scheduling a c-section and seeing an end in site has been nice. But there is something nerve-racking about knowing the exact amount of time you have left until you will be a mother of two. I can't really explain how I'm feeling at the moment. It's a little surreal.

I've tried not to worry if I did enough with Camden while he was my only child, but it's hard. I can't help but think how different life will be. I am scared to recover not only from having a new baby but from surgery as well. How will Camden react to me not being able to pick him up? Am I ready for the pain and adrenaline rush that goes along with surgery. Am I ready for the hormonal rollercoaster ride and baby blues that follow? Will I ever be able to leave the house with two children in tow? When will I sleep? Will there be complications with the delivery? Will my baby be healthy? How will Camden react to his competition? Will we ever decide on a name? When do I have to start my diet? Will I be more alert after surgery? Can we really handle this?

My list could go on and on, but I better stop before I hyperventilate. Wish us luck. In just twelve short hours from now we will be arriving at the hospital. And two more after that is baby time!

To be continued....

Too Much?

Why is it people think just because you are pregnant you have no feelings? (You really don't have to answer that...I'm well aware I'm overly sensitive...especially now)

For the last month or so I have heard many comments about me "being ready to pop". I guess you could say these comments have taken a toll on me, I've heard enough. Today I snapped!

In order to get my hours in before Friday I worked the last three days in a row(12 hour shifts). I'm not kidding when I say at least 30 people asked if I was having twins. Really people, I'm gonna have a baby any day, I'm still working, I'm well aware I have a waddle that can be seen from a mile away, I feel like crap, do you think you need to ask that question? Do you think that makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside?

So today after about the fifth person asked me that very question, I did something I shouldn't have done. Here's how it went down:

Rude Lady: Hi, I'm here to draw labs on the patient in room....WOW look at you! When are you due?
Me: In two days!!!
Rude Lady: Man, are there two in there?
Me: Nope, just one but thanks for letting me know you think I'm huge. Would you like to go step on the scale and measure which one of us weighs more?
Rude Lady: (speechless)
Me: And I'm nine months pregnant(as I walked away to go cry in the bathroom)!

Word to the wise...The less you say to a pregnant woman the better off you are.

Sugar For Breakfast Anyone?

Ask me if I let my son have an ice cream cone at 9 this morning?

Yup! The answer is a big ol' fatty yes! I wanted one, so I assumed he would too. I'm pretty sure we both enjoyed it more than we thought possible.

Dear Camden...

I've started to worry how you might react to the changes coming your way next week. Last night I couldn't help but lay down with you when it was time for bed so we could snuggle a little longer. I was laughing inside as you drifted off to sleep singing Old MacDonald's "E..I..E..I..O". After we both fell asleep Dad put you in your crib because all of us sleep better that way. Only last night was different, you had a hard time staying asleep. You woke up several times and kept all of us up for most of the night. I feel bad for losing my temper more than once and realize where your short fuse comes from.


Even though both of us looked like orphans today, we needed to get out of the house. You needed entertainment that I didn't have the energy to provide. Just because it's April doesn't mean we can't have fun in the water. You ran around for almost two hours fully content soaking up some rays. Every time the water from the fountain would go down you'd say, "uh oh" and when it shot up in the air again you yelled, "ta da". I couldn't help but fall more in love with you today!
You are almost 22 months and as smart as they come. You are full of curiosity and think you're bigger than you really are. Every time you see another kid, you point and say "baby". Anything that can possibly be climbed on, you do. You are such a ham for anyone that will smile and you love to say "cheese" for the camera. Everything you drink is "juice", and you would eat a "bue pock" (blue popsicle) for dinner every night if you could. You have become attached to your "blank" and insist it goes to bed with you every night along with your baby. First thing in the morning you want to watch "bue's cue's" (Blue's Clue's) and call your Dad on the phone.

You are definitely ALL BOY! Instead of saying the word monster you insist on growling. You love balls and most recently your dads hats. You know how to push our buttons but you also know when to say you're sorry. You have a sensitive side and can give one killer hug. Your new brother already knows how much you love him from all the hugs and kisses you give him through my belly. You are such a joy and I can't wait for you to be a big brother. I love you Cam!

Love, Mom

Just Part of The List

Here in the Walker household we wear our emotions on our sleeve. It's never very difficult to tell when things aren't going to swell. Lately things have been rather tense and I blame most of that on my need to have this child out of me now. Here is just a small list of reasons why it's in everyones best interest to pray this child comes quick:

1. The other day while standing in a ridiculously long line at Walmart(I hate that evil necessary) for my one item. The woman behind me asked me if I would hand her the little grocery divider so she could begin to unload her cart. The only divider was the one dividing my groceries from the person in front of me. So I turned to the poor woman asking the question and gave her the worst look and said, "where would you like me to get one for you?" Scared out of her mind, but gutsy nonetheless, she dared point to the aforementioned. So what did I do? I grabbed MY DIVIDER and slammed it down on the belt for her to use instead of me.

When I got home I felt so bad, I was crying. Did I really need to make a fool of myself like that? Did that woman really deserve to be treated like an idiot? Holy cow, get this child out now!

2. When I really need to find a way to relax I enjoy taking bubble baths. So yesterday morning I filled the tub full of what I thought would be an appropriate amount of water to bathe in. This was an extremely humiliating moment for me when I attempted to get in and the water started overflowing!!!

Note to self: You are way to large to be taking bathes at this point in your pregnancy. If you want to, try getting in and then filling the tub with water as to not put yourself through the humiliation.

3. My waddle gets worse by the second. My hips do NOT need to be moving in the ways they are, seeing how I will be having a c-section anyway.

4. The need for a ridiculous amount of Dr. Pepper just keeps increasing everyday. Yesterday I consumed 6 cans without even realizing it. Are you serious Lissa? That is embarrassing!

5. The amount of ice I chew nearly doubles the necessary amount of water one should be drinking in a day.

I guess that's what they call killing two birds with one stone.

6. Everyone I come in contact with tells me I look tired. Do you think I need a reminder? I'm very aware I got up six times last night to use the bathroom. Not to mention the ten other times I had to call in a crane to roll me over because my limbs were numb from the current way I was trying to sleep.

7. I have been debating whether or not to change my countdown until 1230 on April 10th from days to hours.

Need I continue? People...start praying!