Josiah Christopher Culley


Well, Josiah finally made it!  I say finally, but he was a week early…  Anyway, Patti’s water broke yesterday and she had a non-stress test at the hospital anyway, so when she went in for that, they took her vitals, and sent her home with instructions to come back this morning if she hadn’t started into labour all by her self.

Well this morning came and no labour, so we went into the hospital just after 7:30 and got all hooked up.  They started an IV drip at 1 unit per hour and then slowly increased it every half hour.  The most they can go to before they need a specialist is 20 units per hour and we got there.  We hung around until after 1:00pm and still no real contractions, but by 1:30 at 20 units per hour we started having contractions.  Then at about 2:30 they were actually really starting to hurt and Patti didn’t think that really anything had happened yet, so we better get some pain med for the rest of the ride.  Nurse made it in by about 2:35 and checked and Patti was at 7cm dilated and so went to get pain meds and call our dr.  The nurse came back in a few minutes later (now about 2:45) and got ready to give the pain meds.  Patti had a fairly hard contraction right then and the nurse quickly gave her the meds and then did another check and said that she was fully dilated and could push if she needed to.  so the next contraction Patti gave a good push and the entire head came out in one shot.  The cord was wrapped around the neck so they quickly pulled that out of the way and cut it, then removed the rest of the baby.  The time was 2:58.

The specialist showed up about 10 minutes too late and the pain meds kicked in about 10 minutes after that.  Good timing!!!

He weighed in at 7 lb 12 oz and was 20.9 inches long.  The nurse said that he had the largest umbilical cord she had ever seen, and was perfect in every way.

He is an amazing nurser and quite pleasant.  There are a million more photos of him and baby and him and relatives and him and flowers and him and so on.  I’ll let Patti choose which ones to post tomorrow, so you get the one above for now. (Ain’t he cute?!?)

Have a good night.

39 Weeks…..

Today marks the 39th week of this pregnancy, and hopefully the day of our little ones birth.

I was feeling quite tired about 9pm, and Momma suggested I lay down.  I slept off and on from 9-11pm, and then was awake from 11pm until 1am…..not fun!  I finally fell asleep again around 1am, and woke up this morning at 5am.

I’ve managed to kill some time just staring at the alarm clock, but now it’s 6am, and I’ll get ready for the day, and then around 7ish we’ll be off for the hospital.

No contractions, no nothing… it seems like I’ll be induced……….not sure how I feel about that.  Pray that it’s not too painful – I’ve heard that induced labour can brutal…not wanting brutal……would you?  It seems like this has just been such a different pregnancy, and nothing is familiar or reassuring.  I guess in some ways that’s good, but in other’s its very disconcerting.

Well, I’m off to get ready.  I do hope I have the most amazing news sooner as opposed to later.

Still 8 Days To Go….

Okay!  So I’m back!  Back from the hospital, and then from an aweful lot of running around.

Here’s the scoop.  My water’s have broken.  YAAAAAHHHHHH!  But nothing’s happening, yet!  BOOOOOOO!

I got up and took a shower this morning, and when I got out and got dressed, and started wandering around the house, I noticed that things seemed a bit damper than what was normal.

It kept happening, and I wondered if my water’s might have broken, BUT never having had my water’s break before until almost the very end…..this has been a very strange experience.

I did go for the non-stress test, and cried my way through that.  The sound was turned off at the beginning of the test, and I couldn’t hear the baby’s heartbeat.  It wasn’t until I asked the nurse if the baby was still alive that I started to cry and couldn’t stop.

She was very nice and reassuring.  They also did some test where they put some fluid onto a piece of paper, and if it reacts, then it is amniotic fluid…..Well, there was enough fluid for the nurse the believe me that, YES!  My Water’s have broken.

STILL NOTHING HAPPENING, but if nothing happens overnight, then I have to be at the hospital at 7:30am tomorrow to get this show on the road.

My momma is coming out right now to just be here.  I need her this time around.  Not necessarily in the hospital, but here and now.

We’ve done our running around, and now we’re (Jon’s) making dinner – such a good man.  and then to waste the evening……so much fun.

I wonder if I’ll be able to sleep tonight or if something will start to happen.  This is kind of a messy experience… that I’m not particularly upset that I’ve never experienced before……I’m quite happy that things are moving, but could have done without the feeling of peeing myself everytine I move.  That’s a good time let me tell you.

I’ll keep you updated.

8 Days To Go…….

8 days to goAlrighty, 8 days to go until my Estimated Due Date.

I’m frustrated with that picture.  My hair actually looks way better today than the picture does it justice.  Yes, I’m that shallow that I’m worrying about my hair in a picture when I’ve shown you WAY worse shots of me.

I’m not really worried, juts annoyed.  You know when you walk out of the bathroom, and you’re like, “I look so amazing today.  My hair actually co-operated, and I’m feeling good about myself.

Well, that was me a few minutes ago.  Then I got Jon to take this picture, and well, I’m too tired to get him to take another one, and this was the best of the 6 that he did take.  Yup!  I made him take 6 different shots.  Gotta get the best one, eh?  Oh well!  There’s always tomorrow!  I did take a shower today, and my hair always looks better on the second day. 

Do you find that?  I do!  Why is it that it needs to be a little dirty in order to really hold well?  Maybe that’s just me….okay….I’m rambling.

As you can tell….I’ve got nothing for ya!

I do have ANOTHER non-stress test at 2pm this afternoon at the hospital, and so I’ll update you on that one , later or maybe tomorrow.

We did go for a walk yesterday.  I HATE walking, and I may just give up now.  I have what I wonder if they are contractions, ’cause they don’t hurt, but then again maybe it’s just the baby pushing and stretching…..but they don’t keep on after I quit walking, and seeing as I hate it anyway…..I might just give up.

Gotta love a quitter!

Well, see ya on the flip side.  I can’t believe that I’ll be 39 weeks tomorrow.  That’s a record for me.  I’m a bit nervous that I’ve got a 15 pounder inside of me who is 26 inches in length, and with a HUGE head!  WAAAAAAA!

I really want(ed) a normal sized baby.  I can still dream, can’t I?

9 Days To Go…………

9 days to goSo, as some of you mave have noticed yesterday was a bad day for me.  What was that?  You didn’t notice???  …..y’all are so sweet.  Ahhhhh! Anyway, Thanks for playing along.

Today is a bit of a better day, although I’m still feeling like I’m too close to the egde of losing it.

Yesterday was an “all day wear my sunglasses” day.  While that in and of it’s self is not entirely abnormal for me to do….yesterday it was a serious coping mechanism.

I did spend a big part of the day trying desperatly not to cry, and then grateful for my glasses that gave me at least the feeling of it not being so noticable.

I’m just too close to the end, and the pressure of the past couple of years has caught up, and I just want to hold this baby in my arms, and not in my stomach.  It doesn’t help that Jon is stressing in his own way about wanting the baby out as well.  I feel like I have so much pressure on me, and yet I feel so out of control…….ahhh…there it is again….my old friend and enemy….CONTROL…..I hate you too!

There is nothing that I can do but wait, except maybe to all my Drs. office, and fall apart…but I have too much pride to do that….

Seriously, I don’t think I’m quite there yet, but getting pretty close.

If you don’t know why I’m stressing about what should/could just be another typical pregnancy, you can read here, and here and here and here.

The whole story is not there, for each one, and in some it just references what’s happened over the past couple of years.  Long story short….I had Angelica in 1997, Alexandra in 1998, and Jeremy in 2000.  Then I had 4 consecutive losses starting at 25 weeks pregnant, 16 weeks pregnant, 12 weeks pregnant, and 5 weeks pregnant.  Not fun!  Not fun at all!

So, this pregnancy has been a little bit stressful…….okay a whole lot stressful, and I don’t feel really safe, even yet.

Moving on from that little bit of background…..

So, here I am with 9 days left to go until my Due Date, and well……I’m here.  I’m bored.  I’m stressed.  I don’t feel like doing anything.  No amount of praying and walking and squats and anything else I’ve tried has worked.

I know, in my head, that this baby will come eventually, but I want him NOW!

I even know that 9 days is not a super long time.  It feels like it looking at it from right here, but I know it’s not.

It could be because I’m healthier than I’ve ever been that I’m not having this baby early, but really – that’s not making me feel any better.

I don’t know if you can tell because I’m doing a whole lot of whining, but I really am doing better today.  I’m typing and not crying…..first way that you can tell that I’m doing better.

Well, once again, I have NOTHING planned for today, and it’s too freaking hot to be out walking in the sunshine in the middle of the day.

Weird thoughts and ponderings…..I am wondering about the size of this baby.  I’ve had pretty big babies considering how early they were, and I’m not sure if that had something to do with how much weight I gained or if I just have ginormous babies.  If it had to do with how much I gained, and the crap I ate, then this baby still has a chance at being a normal size.  If I just have HUGE babies, then this one should be a monster ’cause the last two were over 8 pounds at 4 and 3 weeks early….just over, but still over……

Also, if you’ve noticed that I seem to just be rotating my pictures that I’m putting up every day…..well…I must explain.  It’s pretty hot out here in the Valley (mid 20’s to low 30’s), and I have two tank tops, and two pairs of capris.  So, I wash and rotate and wear pretty much the same thing every day right now.  (I’m too close to the end to want to spend any money on anything new……mind you I could go out and look for some tank tops to wear after the baby is born….I need some that aren’t spaghetti straps to cover the freakin’ huge straps of the nursing bra’s….might do that today if I feel up to it….but I might just do nothing……my life is so much fun!)  I am actually taking a picture every morning of me….well, Jon is, and so what you are getting is the real deal, and not some recycled picture from a few days ago.

Gotta go, Xan wants to play a ard game with me……hope you have a great day.  Talk to you tomorrow!

10 days to go

10 days to goAugust 1st… I despise you…

I’ve never been pregnant this long, and while I know that LOTS of others go late….I NEVER HAVE.

I’m tired.  I’m not sleeping well.  I’m feeling emotionally unstable…’s been too long that I’ve been wanting to hold my child.

I cried this morning in bed at 6am after already being awake for an hour and a half……Jon please don’t ask me about it……I don’t want to talk.

Everyone else, please don’t say anything either.  I’m letting you know how I feel, but I’d rather you just leave me alone to try and cope.  I am trying to hold myself together, but it’s not working very well.

On a positive note, I had a FABULOUS Chiropractic appt yesterday, and while my hips still hurt, I feel so much better, and yes, the pregnancy related carpel tunnel symptoms were as a result of a severly bunged up neck……That’s been re-aligned, and I’m feeling much better.

My grandparents are over for lunch as so I must go.

Hope your day is great.  Please just pretend that I’ve not said any of this, and feel priviledged that I’ve shared some of what I’m feeling, but let’s just pretend that I didn’t really say anything………and go on with your day.

Thank you!

11 Days To Go

11 days to goAlrighty,  So here we are at 11 days to go, and so far today I have nothing exciting to report.

I could just whine alot……I’m so bored, and going to sleep at night is probably the most exciting thing that happens all day, ’cause it means that I’m one day closer to holding this baby.

The only problem with that is that I’m not sleeping very well.  I think that’s because my hips are out, and……AND… I called my chiropractor this morning, and I have an appointment today at 4:15pm.  I’m so exited.  I could have kissed the receptionist when she said that they could fit me in today.

I thought that at the earliest, that I might get an appoitment tomorrow, but to know that I won’t have to go through another night of agony…….Ahhhhhh sheer bliss!

I also woke up this morning, with what I think is the beginning of pregnancy related carpel tunnel.  The first three fingers on my right hand were tingly and numb.  Thankfully, I won’t be pregnant much longer, and possibly the chiropractor can do something about that as well.  I know that my shoulder on the right side is freaky sore, and the muscles are in brutal knots and that could have something to do with it……..I told you I could whine a lot in this post.

Well, My day as it’s planned so far…… run to the quilting store and find some material….then lunch, then a non-stress test at the hospital, and then off to Langley for a chiropractic appointement.  Then dinner, and just kicking around hoping that something happens and I have this baby…….other than that…I plan to sleep, and then wake up tomorow, and update you again with my nothingness.  Sounds like fun, eh?

I know I’m thrilled!

Oh, and as of yesterday’s Dr.s Appointment.  I weighed 203 pounds.  When I had Geli I weighed 214 pounds.  So, I weigh 10 pounds less than when I had her…..that still blows me away.

I’ve gained exactly 25 pounds so far with this pregnancy.  I’ve never done that.  While that might not mean much to you…’s huge to me. 

12 days to go

I don’t have a picture today, and I’m already in my pyjamas, and ain’t gonna take one now.

Watch me have the baby tonight, just ’cause I didn’t take a picture on the last day of my being pregnant…….that would sound just about right.

I did have my Doctors Appt this morning, and he did sweep the membranes again, but I was still 3 cm dilated, and apparently I was 70% effaced last week (10 days ago) and this visit I was 80% effaced….so it’s some progress, but really not much.

He said that I am SO ready to go, but we’re just waiting for whatever the trigger is to kick it all into gear.

Waiting!  More waiting!  Oh well!  He also said that he’s not going anywhere int he next bit, and so I don’t need to worry about him not being around for the delivery.

And…that’s about it.  I really wanted to have this baby tonight, but I guess tomorrow would be good too.

Come On, Little One!  Come out so we can meet you?  This isn’t an indicator of how you’re always going to be making us wait for you, is it?

13 Days to Go

13 days to goToday has been a very busy day, and that’s why I’m so late with the update.

Really, there is no update, but I can still blather on about my day, and take up some space.

We got up and went to church this morning, and then after church we decided to drive into Coquitlam to Baby’s World to get a Hooter Hider.  When we got there, they were all sold out, and so we headed into Vancouver to Granville Island to a children’s boutique that sold them.

I picked one out, and then we decided to head up the road to VGH to visit Chris.  He’s been transferred to VGH to get his leg drilled out ’cause there’s infection in the bone.  Not nice or fun, and it basically sets him back to the beginning stages of healing as far as his leg goes, but the Drs. have said that this is not uncommon for an injury of this type to end up with infection in the bone.  We visited with Chris, and it was nice to see him.  It’s been about 2 weeks since I’ve been in, and I was able to go ’cause Jon was with me. 

We hung out for a while, but the kids were a bit scrambly, and we finally just left. Which worked out okay, ’cause Chris was going to take a shower…..

We came home, and some good friends showed up to hang out this evening.  We got the kids off to bed, and hung out just chatting.  Now it’s 10pm, and the day is spent…..another one down………

I have an appointment with my Dr. at 9:20am, and will let you all know what he says.

I’m frustrated, and want this baby to come now, but also realize that it can and will come any day now……it’s not like I’ll be pregnant for another 4 months….it’s just a waiting game…I just have to keep myself occupied until it happens…..if that’s possible.

Oh, I gave the Hooter Hider to Mom, and she’s going to make somehting similar for me with some different fabric.  I think that I’ll go tomorrow to a cute little quilting shop here in town, and check out the amazing fabrics that they have.  It would be nice to have a few of those, so that in case one’s in the wash – I still have another if I need to use it.

Oh well!  Another day down, and we’ll see what tomorrow brings………

Officially 38 Weeks Pregnant

14 days to go

 Well, I had hoped that I wouldn’t make it this far, but obviously I have.

Yup, today marks week 38, and I’m so glad it’s here, ’cause now I can just move on and I’m one day closer to holding my little baby in my arms.

I believe that, and yet there’s a part of me that’s just a little bit hesitant to even write that down……

I hate that.  I hate that there’s still that little bit of fear.  I even had one lady at the store today ask me what was wrong…..I didn’t think I was giving off any strange or negative vibes….but she said that recently I’d seemed worried or preoccupied or just not as happy as I have been……

That’s so weird to be called out by someone.  Must be what othre’s feel like when I call them out….. 

I’m just not used to the tables being turned…..that and I’m not really used to strangers in the grocery store paying that much attention to me….

Oh well!  Monday…If I can only make it ’till Monday then I have my next appointment with the OB and we’ll see what he says and what’s going on from there.  I’d love to be a few more centimeters dilated, and have him say, “Oh let’s just send you in and get this show in the road.

I’ll let you know.  Did any of you check in today, and wonder about my lack of posting…..I’m sorry, if you did.  We just had a bit of a slow and busy day.  Not that it was particularly busy, but we got up late, and got going late, and then went grocery shopping, and picked up some fruit and veggies from the little market, and then came home and a friend called to see if I wanted to get together for a coffee or something.

French ManicureOh, and I went and got my nails done today. 

Those are actually my nails, but I just got a french manicure air brushed on to them.  It was only $8.50, and so not a bad extravagance if you ask me. 

It was funny ’cause after the guy finished doing them, one of the other people who worked there came over and said, “Oh they look so pretty…just like fake nails.

Funny that my real nails look just as pretty as false nails.

Oh well, now to see how long the manicure lasts.  I really wanted a pedicure, but to be honest with you I have really brittle toe nails.

Any of you have any tips on how to deal with that?

See, the problem is that if I cut my toe nails, they don’t usually just cut nice and straight across.  They are so brittle that they will cut the first bit, but then they break, and usually at a bad or awkward angle, and then the WHOLE TOE NAIL IS RUINED!  So, I let them grow out a little too long, and then have to spend FOREVER filing them down.  I haven’t tried cutting them after soaking them for a bit, so maybe I can try that, but I hate to wreck them, and so that’s partly why I’m hesitant to let someone else “have at ’em.”  It’s just not worth it to me to have them destroyed and then to take FOREVER to grow them back out to a nice length.

Jon's StreaksAlrighty, now that I’ve wowed you with a bit of my superficialness, I thought I share what we did / are doing this evening.

 Jon’s been after me to do his streaks for a while now.  I have been too tired, but knew that I had to get it done.  He usually asks after we get the kids down to bed, but by then I’M SO TIRED, that doing hair is the LAST THING I want to be doing.

Tonight the girls were at a birthday party for the little girl next door, and today had been a pretty easy day, and so I figured that I wasn’t going to get any less tired (especially after the baby came), and so we whipped out the box of bleach, and I’ve stressed myself out.

It could go  either way.  I could have done a fabulous job, or it could totally suck, and I might have to “fix” it tomorrow by adding low lights to it – if I’ve made it too light.

I tried to make it even about 50/50 natural color and blond, but who knows…..I’m no expert hairdresser – I just muck around, and if I mess it up the first time, then there’s usually a pretty good chance that I can fix my mistake.  As long as you don’t mind that, then I can muck around with your hair.

He’s gone to wash it out, and then if it’s not too bad, I might even atempt to cut it a bit.  My sister in law showed me what to do, but that was about 6 months ago, and we’ll have to see if I can remember any of it.

Oh well!  If I mess it up really good, then I’ll take a picture and we’ll all have a good laugh before I fix it.  Nothing like a bit of laughter at someone else’s expense, eh?

Well, I’m off!  Hope you’ve had a good day!