Posted in Flashback Fridays
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In light of my recent news, it has made me nostalgic about my two past pregnancies. I have been busy trying to recall little tidbits about those times. And I'm finding that difficult in some respects since those pregnancies were 12 and 8 years ago, respectively. Yet I was able to find a few snapshots. Here I am, barefoot and pregnant in late July of 1996. Annaleigh was born in early September. I was 23.
Big D and I were up late working on the nursery. The theme was Noah's Ark, and I was busy painting a little doll bed that I'd had since I was four. My Dad made it. (It was a decoration. We didn't put Annaleigh in it.) We didn't know what we were having, so I picked a theme and colors that could go either way. We were still in this house when we had Harrison, so we just moved Annaleigh across the hall and kept this room the same for him. Just for the record, I normally do have ankles...just not for the tail end of this pregnancy. I was in the early stages of pre-eclampsia and was swollen like a rotten watermelon. I just didn't know it yet and kept blaming it on the sweltering Charleston summer. Here we are as a happy family in the hospital, the day after she was born.
She was actually born a week early due to my blood pressure with the pre-eclampsia. I had to be induced, but everything went smoothly. She only weighed 6 lbs. 12 oz., so she popped right out...literally. I couldn't find any pictures of me pregnant with Harrison, but I'll just tell you that I was huge. I actually gained more weight with Annaleigh (although a good bit was water), but I gained it all over. With Harrison I was all out front. It looked like I'd swallowed a basketball. Our family after his birth...
Annaleigh, at three, looks shell-shocked, doesn't she? I was 27, and Big D was 30. Harrison weighed in at 9lbs. 2 oz., and I don't recommend delivering children that weigh almost 3 lbs. more than the previous one. As a matter of fact, he got stuck. After pushing for four hours, they finally decided to do a C-section. Come to find out, he not only weighed as much as a two-month old baby, but his head circumference was 14", and his chest circumference was 14.25". There would have been none of this, "OK, now the head's out. The rest is easy. Just push." It was just unfortunate that I had to push for so long. Later that day, as a nurse brought in some ice and the stuff for me to take a sitz bath, she said, "Poor thing. It's really like you delivered both ways." I didn't hit her, but I dreamt about it. Interestingly, the blanket that is on Harrison, became his special blanket that he's always called "Blue," or before he turned 5, "Byoo," as he couldn't say his L's. You might even still catch it now and then in pictures that I post because he still, even at almost 8 years old, carries it around some. Although it is now decidedly gray and frayed all around the edges. Ahhh....memories. Looking at these though has made it seem even more surreal that we are embarking on this all over again. So, how about you? Got any good memories to share with us this weekend? Sign in below and tell us all about them! |
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