The Last Game!

May 14, 2011 Chase's last soccer game was only 4 days after Zackery was born. I was the coach (as I blogged about previously) and I didn't want to miss the last game!

Call me crazy, but yes, I went to the game. The parents of the player were of course shocked to see me.

My mom came to our house and watched Camrey and Tyler and Zack, and Tory and I took Chase and my nephew Caleb to the game.

I felt like I was going to pass out while walking out to the field. It wasn't very close to the parking lot! I was defiantly light headed.

But I made it and was happy I went! I had a hard time sitting in my chair I had invested a lot of time with those boys and I found my self getting out of my chair and coaching from the sidelines then forcing my self to sit and be quiet!

Everyone wanted to meet our little Zackery but for now pictures will have to do!

How He Came...

May 10, 2011 Tuesday. (5-10-11)

We went to St All's at 6 a.m. My Dr. had planned to break my water when we got there in hopes to get my labor and contractions going. I was having a few contractions the night before but nothing real consistent. The nurse checked me to see how far I was dilated and I was about the same 3 to 3 1/2. They hooked up the monitors to my baby's heart beat and my contractions, then proceeded to prepare my arm for an IV. I hate those things! They are quite uncomfortable, so I was dreading it, then Her first try it broke my blood vein and I had to have it done in the top of my hand.

My Dr. was supposed to be there at 7 to break my water but didn't get there until we had already been there for 2 hours (she was stuck at a meeting). When she got there she broke my water and sent us walking.

The 2 hours of walking didn't feel like they were doing much good. I was having contractions randomly about 7 min, or 11 min, 5, 8, what ever consistently but not really. Having never gone through labor on my own I didn't know what to expect.

This seemed way too easy. So after 2 hours they decided to start me on patosin. Which means no more walking and harder contractions. I was curious to see if my inconsistent contractions were making any progress, but to my surprise they didn't even check me. I just assumed They didn't want to increase my chances of an infection because my water was already broke.

The minimal amount of patosin was getting hard. I was needing to concentrate an breathe through some of those contractions. I asked "when can I have my Epidural?" They said, "we want you to be contracting consistently for a while before you get it because we don't want the contractions to slow down too much."

So when they upped my patosin I was not to happy. Contractions were already getting hard and they were giving me more!

After over an hour of that they said it would take 20 min to get medicine in my system before I could have the epidural, by then I needed my mothers help for breathing! It was either breathe or cry! They still hadn't checked me. The anesthesiologist finally got ready and it took a long time to find the right spot after 20 min of poking and FISHING for the right spot (he got it in one spot and said that wouldn't work and he would have to poke me again); finally he got it. They got the medicine into me and only half of me went numb, (which didn't surprise me, same thing happened with my last kid). Not long after that I said, "I'm starting to feel some pressure," and the nurse said, " maybe we should check you..." and she said I was at a ten and a +1! Time to push!!

They sent a 911 page to my Dr. Then about 5-10 min max of pushing he was out. Zack was out after being on patosin for only 2 hours. I wish I could have known my progress throughout the process, but my guess is they were trying to give me an epidural during my transition contractions, the hardest ones. They might not have given it to me if they had know how far along I really was! I got numb in just barley enough time to push.

In the end, I was good, Zack was great, and we went home 24 hours later!

Baby Zackery... He's Here!

Here are some pictures... I'll edit and add the story later!

Baby is comming tomorrow...

I have had all of my labors induced because my body doesn't seem to kick labor in by itself. When I was pregnant with, Tyler I started having contractions 2 weeks early. We went to the hospital and they sent me walking. I was having contraction really close together and already having lots of back labor. When the checked to see if I had made any progress, I had; about 1/2 cm. They said, "You are making slow progress so we can admit you but your Dr. isn't here so you will have the Dr who is on call and he doesn't give epidurals as liberally as your Dr. does." That scared me because my back HURT. My contractions stopped when I quit walking but picked up hard and consistent as long as I kept moving. So they said, "If you want, you can go home and lay low, and come back in the morning when your Dr is here." So we did. and the next day... no contractions!! We walked every day and even took 2 yr old Chase to the zoo. I didn't have any contractions! So I was induced a week later. (1 week before my due date.)


So now I was worried I missed my chance to have my baby come on it's own just like I did with Tyler, but 2 days after Ty's party, it happened again! Last Friday, May 6th, I woke up at midnight and started having contractions about 5-7 minutes apart. My body also got the chills and I was cold and sweaty at the same time. After an hour of that, I called my parents at 1:00 in the morning and had them come over so we could head to the hospital. While we were waiting for them I took a shower. It was nice and it calmed me down a bit. I think it slowed my contraction. By the time we got to the hospital they were virtually gone. It took 20 of being on the monitors for the first contraction to show up. I was so irritated. So again they sent us walking. We walked the hospital for almost an hour but it didn't seem to get things going. So we went home.



I am scheduled to go into the hospital at 6:45 in the morning to have my labor induced! So I'm excited.

Tyler's early Birthday...

(Tyler has a nice smile in this picture, unfortunately the cake is covering half his face.)

Tyler's birthday is May 12, but I wanted to celebrate it early in case I went into labor early. I didn't want to be in the hospital and realize that we missed his special day. So we celebrated it on Thursday, May 5th.

Tyler wanted to go to Planet Kid. Every Day after school (for a week) he would ask if we were going to Planet Kid today. We just had to keep telling him, not today. We'll go for your birthday.

I spent days preparing his cake! He loves Mario, and I wanted him to have a cool Mario cake. So I printed pictures and drew a castle on a cereal box; cut it, painted it... baked the cake 1 day early so I could frost it and decorate it the next day. I was prepared for Tyler to have a special day dedicated to him...

what I wasn't prepared for was the contractions I had consistently, the day before his birthday!

The night before his party I was up most of the night timing my contractions. I was a little irritated. The baby wasn't due until the 17th. It was only the 4th. I hadn't packed the hospital bag yet, I had a party to do the next day, I wasn't ready for him to come tonight.

Around midnight, My contractions were averaging between 5 min apart and 8, or 10 min.

Not consistent enough to go to the hospital yet, and I was already dilated to a 3 by then (which I know because I had a check up the day before).

The contractions started to slow to 20 min apart around 4 a.m. the I finally got some sleep, but a 6 a.m. I got out of bed and packed a hospital bag.
Tyler's favorite toy was an idog.

He got some Mario figures which he loved too. I found them on eBay in China for real cheep compared to the ones sold here. I ordered them a month and a half ago, free shipping...

Like I said, prepared!

We had cousins meet us a Planet Kid after school at 4:00; had a barbecue and party around 5:45, and got the kids to bed by 8:00. No baby. (but that's ok. The party is over and he is welcome to come any time now. I still have 2 soccer practices and 2 game before his due date, but I'll skip those in exchange for my baby coming early!)

Soccer Coach vs. Soccer Mom

If you think about it there isn't a whole lot different between Soccer Coach and Soccer Mom.

1. Both have to be at every practice and every game
2. The mom walks up and down the side line yelling almost as much as the Coach
What else is there?

Those were my thoughts. That is why for the last month and a half I volunteered to be Chase's Soccer Coach! Crazy; I'm 8 months pregnant; why would I do that?

Chase's team had a coach, and unfortunately his work schedule changed our first week of practice and made him unavailable to commit to practice and games anymore. The team was going to be terminated and no refund given if we couldn't come up with another coach. No one would step up, so I did!

I figured, I already committed to being at every practice and game because Tory's work schedule isn't dependable either so how different can it be?

So I signed up, and had a background check (which you have to pass to be a coach) and then after my first practice I confessed to my husband what I had done! Yes, He was a little shocked! When I told him, He wasn't sure he heard me correctly and asked me again, "You did what?"
The parents were very supportive. One mom brought the goal net and cones to every practice and set up. All I have to do is show up and tell the 8 boys what to do.

I have never even played soccer growing up except in P.E. at school. I knew the basics kick the ball, don't touch it with your hands, know which direction your goal is; besides, they are only 6-7 years old, so as long as we were having fun it was ok! There isn't a whole lot you can teach that age that will help them win a game. Just make sure they can kick the ball, pass it to each other, and kick it into the goal!

So it's been fun but because the baby is coming I will miss the last 2 games and last 2 practices.
I have a few pictures to post, but I'll do that later.

At least Chase has had fun with his first experience playing on a soccer team!

Thanks to the parents for all your help and support!