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Hola all! Welcome to my Web page. If you have reached this page in error, which you most likely have, stick around for a few minutes. You might find something worthwhile. Then again, you might waste way too much time looking for something, anything, for the love of God please produce one thing, worthwhile. If that's the case, feel free to continue your search at my more informative site on Arkansas politics.
I am admittedly a dunce at the whole Internet, Web hosting thing, so this site will definitely be a work in progress. I am, in fact, a bit uncomfortable with having my own page. But it serves a purpose in connecting me with friends, family, etc., as I have a tendency to drop off the face of the earth occasionally with no warning.
Hope you enjoy and leave here with at least one new piece of info in your head. If not, it's not from a lack of my trying to brainwash you into reading Ishmael. Que te vaya bien, mi amigo! |
| Crey is here! |
Chretien Vaughn Gittings arrived on Feb. 8, weighing 7 pounds, 15 ounces. So much for me having a little baby! He's completely healthy and is the love of our lives.
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| Chretien - pronounced 'Chre' as in crayon, 'ti' as in golf tee, 'en' as in the letter n. |
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| Crey's arrival |
I know everyone says that a woman's memories of her birth are afterwards dulled by hormones in the biological hopes that one day she will opt to procreate again despite the horrendous ordeal that is birth. And I concede that could be the case in my situation. But to be honest, I just really didn't think birth was all that bad. I heard all these horror stories and I psyched myself up that birth was going to be the worst experience ever... but I honestly enjoyed it. I might not have said that at around 11 a.m. on Feb. 8 (pre-epidural), but my misery was relatively short-lived compared to what I expected.
I was induced, so my labor began with pitocin at 6 a.m. It took a couple of hours for it to kick in, but once the real contractions started, they were extremely close together and very powerful. By 10 a.m., I was ready for an epidural or something, but the day-shift doc wanted me to wait until 4 cm. It took me four more hours to get there, but the blessed epidural finally arrived at 2:30 or so. God bless my mom for helping me during those hours, because they were pretty rough. And I would have punched out the anesthesiologist if it weren't for me being able to literally lean on Troy during the epidural. By the time the epidural went in, my contractions were less than 2 minutes apart, and it took the guy at least 2 or 3 contractions to get it in.
But the epidural worked wonderfully, and I was pain-free until just before pushing began. There were a couple of complications, but nothing that turned out to be serious. When they broke my water, there was meconium in the fluid, but thank heavens that didn't adversely affect Crey. I was on magnesium sulfate for blood pressure, and I was really nervous about the side effects. But it just made me hot, thirsty, and swollen like the marshmallow man. I was extremely lucky.
I started pushing just after 8:30 p.m., and I've got to say, it was a wonderful experience. I had the best labor team. My mom and Troy were so encouraging, and I must have had the best doctor and nurses the military has to offer. My beautiful son was born at 9:35 p.m., and reassured me with a loud scream. He was a 9 and 9 with his Apgar scores and started breastfeeding immediately.
I truly enjoyed my labor and feel completely blessed to have had such a wonderful experience. The recovery and subsequent lack of sleep was the real test. But it's all worthwhile when your baby is as wonderful as Crey.
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