Ellis Celinda Booher made her arrival on 9/27/12 (all divisible by 3, which I like) at 1:11 pm. The delivery went great, and thus far, we are adjusting well to our family of 4. However, my mom just left yesterday, so my next post may say otherwise! Overall, Ellis (I want to call her Elli, so we will see if it sticks) is a sweet and content baby. She is slowly waking up from her infant coma, which scares me a little. This is the time that all hell (pardon the French) broke loose at our house with Brooks! She does prefer to sleep during the day and party at night, but this isn't my first rodeo and I am adjusting to no sleep better than last time.
Brooks is handling the change well with little jealously. Is he acting out? Not sure....he acted out pre-Ellis, so it's hard to say! He is very interested in her and wants to hold her a little too much.....in fact, he wants to suction her nose, change her diaper, feed her, swing her at warp speed, spread shampoo on her face, squeeze her head, brush her hair, etc. We have to keep a close eye on him! He means well:)
Me....well, at least I am not breastfeeding! If you are familiar with my situation with Brooks, you know why. NOT MY THING!!!! Yes, I am a hypochondriac BUT I feel that I deal with pain well and have a relatively fair tolerance. However, for the past 5 days, I have had terrible stomach pains that were interfering with my sleep (or lack there of) and would cause be to double over in pain throughout the day. It kept getting worse and lasting longer. So.....last night, I had an episode and could not get relief. I was just sure that I had an obstruction, impaction, fragments of placenta or something terrible! I went to the emergency clinic down the street. I never knew what I was about to have to go through:
1. They put me on an IV as soon as I got there
2. Took 2 viles of blood
3. Tried to give be a shot of Vicoden and Zofran (No, thank you...I refused as the needle was as long as my index finger)
4. Cat scan of abdominal area
5. Sat in freezing cold room for 3 hours
AND......
I LEFT WITH A DIAGNOSIS OF GAS AND CONSTIPATION (and a nice little bill to come, I am sure).
(Just to make myself feel better, they did see several trapped gas bubbles and "significant" constipation).
So, I went home and took Magnesium Citrate (I drank what seemed like a gallon of bitter juice) and waited for a bomb to hit. I will spare you the details but "Operation Clean Out the Intestines" was a success. I spent most of the night rocking my sweet, innocent little baby girl on the toilet. What else would I rather be doing, right?!
Cheers to parenthood!






























