Baby Timmy

Well here's the story, I think I'm going to have to abridge it because this is one of those very small windows of time that I get while Timmy's asleep. I should be doing laundry but I owe it to my journaling (and all of the blogging fans, j/k,) to get this down.





Timmy was due November 10th, and I was ready and set to have a natural birth. No inductions, or anything else was going to interfere with my baby's birth! Well so much for having a plan! My little mama's boy didn't want to come out. When he was a week over due I drug my sweet little sister and our kids out for the day to walk that kid out of me.

I was huge, my feet hurt, and the kids were in full protest. But Lissa kept up a happy face for me, and we walked around the mall for hours! By the end of the day I was thinking that it was hopeless. When I getting into the car I felt a small pop and something warm.


You guessed it, I broke my water, but only the tiniest bit, little known fact; you can break a little and leak for days! Since it wasn't that big of a feeling I didn't go to the hospital.
But by the next day at church I could feel that I was leaking quite a bit of fluid. A friend off mine who's a doula reminded me that the amniotic fluid is replenished about every two hours, so as long as I kept drinking alot of water, perhaps I could let my body go into labor on its own.

Nothing I telling you NOthing happened! That darn kid wouldn't come on his own!!
So I called my Dr. and she scheduled me for an induction on the 19th.

I was so upset and weepy. Tim just told me that my body doesn't know how to go into labor by itself.
WWWWAAAAAAA! So now my body doesn't know how to be a mommy? On top of being oobber fat, and uncomfortable, that is SO not what I needed to hear.
Call me moody mama.

So moody mama here, totally does not want people looking at her while in pain. I told Tim he was the only one allowed in the delivery room, and even then I might have a Dr. throw him out. J/K.
However I did want my mother and Tim's to come see the baby, and Tim's mother lives in Ga. so we called her up and told her when to be at the hospital explaining that she could come see me for a bit but during the delivery she could go into the waiting room.
She got there right after I was all hooked up to the pitocin and in the bed.


Now lets back up a little, I've had two other inductions, the pitocin made me contract normally then the epidural helped me dialate, then wallah! Baby!

Not going to happen this time!!!!
My body knew what that pitocin was and went into contraction Over-Drive! I had the most painful super strong contractions every minute and a half on the button! I went through this for two and a half hours before I said if you don't give me a pain killer soon I wont have any energy left to push. Now Tim's mom was there for all this,,,,,,THANK GOODNESS! I couldn't have made it through w/o her. Her hands were soft and cool, her touch was gentle, her voice was soothing and she knew the right spots on my back to rub.

They finally gave me the epidural and I got some rest. Then it wore off and we were right back where we were before. I vaguely remember the epidural machine breaking and being in too much pain to do anything about it but Angel going out and demanding they fix it soon!





Then I needed to push, I could feel it, the nurse confirmed it, the Dr. came a'runnin', Angel started to leave,,,,NOOO! I begged her to stay and help me. Now don't think that Tim was absent during this whole thing or that Angel took over for him. She actually was encouraging him to step up and help me more and he was right there trying to be encouraging.
But Tim's way of being a cheerleader is quite literal,
"Come on babe! Push him out! Push him out! WAAAY OUT!"
I feel like I'm at a football game hiking it all down field.
This pain was unlike the other births and I needed more than my regular cheer section.

I think that God knew that and sent me Angel, who was literally holding me up on one side while Tim held me up on the other.


Timothy Stark II was born Nov. 19th at 7pds. 11oz., 20 in.long.




The first thing I noticed was that he was my first baby that had that kind of cone head from being in the birth canal too long, then I felt a little elation when I noticed that he wasn't jaundiced at all! (Both the girls had to have Bili blankets for their jaundice.)

Is it weird to say a boy is beautiful? I don't think so, because I really believe I have a beautiful little boy!

But looking him over he is the perfect little mini-Tim, he looks just like his daddy. I love them both so much, I love too see how much they are alike. Not just in appearance but in personality as well. The girls absolutely adore their little brother.



Another great blessing of the day was my mom, she was able and willing to take care of the girls. So I knew right where they were, that they were being taken good care of and I didn't feel bad about them staying over night. I really am grateful to live near such loving family.


Mae has become quite an expert in changing diapers and getting him dressed, (with supervision of course.) Liza likes to say that he is HER little brother and she is HIS Liza.
They are both anxious to feed him. So at three months old he has already had a taste of pop-sickle, goldfish, ketchup, and suckers.

Sorry if my spelling has been off and I know this post was long, (I had to stop to feed him in the middle of it.) But I got it all down, so later we can read it again and relive the pain, Oh Joy!

He's Here!!!!

Little Timmy has finally arrived!

Timothy the 2nd!

I had a friend tell me the other day that she and her husband don't mind telling people the sex of their babies while pregnant but they don't tell anyone the name they have picked out until the baby is born.
Now maybe I'm just being grumpy preggo lady but my first thought was, "who cares?" Sure your extended family, grandparents would be excited to hear what the babies name is but, casual friends and acquaintances, I think you would irritate them more if you just didn't tell them the sex of the baby, because then they don't know what to get you for a gift.

I don't care if everyone knows what were having, we get so excited about our kids we do nothing but talk about them, ( yes, we are THOSE annoying people.)

My husband, Tim, his full name is for a figure in our church whom we love dearly, and look up to.
For privacy reason's I wont put his whole name on here, but I will say I've always loved Tim's name.

Also, knowing my husband since I was 15 years old , I can tell when he REALLY wants something.

He really wants a Timothy Jr.

I was going to fight it but I saw the 4-d ultra sound and I cant argue that the boy looks just like his daddy.




We did have to come to an impasse though. Living in the south you just cant call a kid Junior or Bubba. You'll no doubt get that one relative who says the name with such a redneck twang you cant stand it.

So were just going to name him after his daddy, and call him Timothy.





As with both the girls I have been fighting a few family members off with annoying nicknames they want to give him. I think the only nicknames that will stick will be the ones the girls give him,
You know like, "annoying little brother"!!!!!

Personally, I still call one of my baby brothers Spud-head.
My poor baby boy! LOL!

IT'S A BOY!

Even though I haven't made it to the blogging world much lately I just wanted everyone to know we are having a boy, our first! I haven't written much, but I am really excited about this pregnancy. (It's a lot easier to be excited now that I'm not throwing up fifty times a day.)

I have an enormous to do list, starting off with getting the girls bunk beds so "Baby Boy" can have his crib, (Liza is still occupying it.)

Then yesterday while folding laundry I realized I have over 100 baby blankets, all of which over 80% are PINK! This poor kid is going to be covered in pink! I already know I have NO clothes for him.

"Okay Becka, calm down your only in your 20th week,...........Holy Cow! That means I only have five months to get ready!!!!!!!"

Train of thought,...I have none, my head is all over the place!
But I look at cute sonogram pictures and I love him already. (I think he already has Tim's profile.)