Saturday, July 24, 2010

Getting Big!


Lily had her 2 week check up with her doctor, who was my delivering doctor. I really liked having a Family Practitioner deliver my baby. She's my doctor and Lily's doctor, for all birth related stuff AND for anything else. I'm loving the consistency. At Lily's well-baby appointment, she spent a few minutes talking to me about gallstone pain. One doctor fits all!

Here's how Lily stacks up in weight and length:



PS We didn't put purple lip stick on Lily, we were treating her for a little thrush on her tongue. The medicine dyed her lips purple.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Professional Photography


As a "neglected" fourth child, I have made a point to try not to do anything for my first baby that I will not do for all of my children. Since Lily is already starting to get big, I've started thinking about doing a photography session with her. My dilemma is that I would then want to do that with each new baby and I'm not sure I'll follow through.


My question for you, friends, is do you think it's worth the money to do a photo shoot for a new baby? When you had your next baby, did you have too many things going on to think to do the same with the second?


If you recommend doing it, do you recommend a studio sitting like JC Penney or hiring a person to come and do it? Any suggestions of people in Utah County?


Your advice is invaluable, blog followers. Thanks!
*The above picture is not my baby. But a picture like that makes me happy.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Two Weeks

Lil is 2 weeks old! I've been freaking out (as most new moms do) wondering if she's eating enough and gaining her weight back. We had her weighed at the lactation clinic today and she's 7 lbs 1 oz!

She was 6 lbs 9 oz at birth and they expect babies to have lost a little weight and gained back to their birth weight by 2 weeks. My overachieving baby gained back her weight AND half a pound! Does this onesie make her look fat?! :)




First Manicure

The first time I tried to clip Lily's nails a few days ago, I might have gotten a little skin and hurt my little baby.

Today, I decided we would just use the nail file. It was surprisingly difficult. Like filing a piece of paper. But, I was successful. Now she can't leave little red lines on her cheeks.


Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Hospital Birth


Although I was only in the hospital for 12 minutes by the time my baby was born, I have some thoughts about birthing in a hospital vs other locations. Of course, I've only had a baby in the hospital, but I suspect a birthing center or home birth would be better in the following ways:

  1. There were no less than 5 nurses in the room when my baby came out. Yet, they were all really busy with their "jobs" (ie strapping on a fetal monitor, sticking me with an IV) and not a single one was paying attention to me as a patient when I involuntarily shot my baby two feet across the bed. She nearly fell off the end! My husband was the one calling out that the baby had crowned, her head was out and that SHE was out. I would like to think that at my house, protocol would take a back seat to catching the baby.
  2. I went to the hospital 100% healthy and my baby and I left with a cold.
  3. I noticed a rash on my abdomen the day I was checking out. I asked the nurse if she had any idea what it might be. She said that sometimes you can pick these things up in a hospital. Eck!
  4. My insurance and I paid almost $1000 per day to stay there.
  5. I had to ask permission to take ibuprofen and pay $12 for one pill when I had a $3 bottle at home.
  6. Those beds are terribly uncomfortable.

In an effort to be fair, I can also think of 6 reasons I am glad Lily was born in the hospital:
  1. She was covered in meconium and if it had been in her lungs, we would have been minutes from the NICU for treatment.
  2. I definitely left a bit of a "mess" in the labor and delivery room that I'm glad I didn't have to clean up.
  3. Lily had really low glucose and needed food asap at birth. They gave her formula right away and through a tube so she didn't have to have a bottle.
  4. Room service took my order for three solid meals per day. No limit on dessert, even at breakfast... :)
  5. Despite the strange ones, I had several very caring nurses to help me with any need, concern or question that arose (including breastfeeding). And, two of them wrote notes in a Congratulations card I received in the mail!
  6. Birth is natural, but sometimes things go wrong. I am glad that we had a staff at the ready just in case anything had gone wrong.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Baff time

Malea and I decided that it was about time to wash our little Lily, after all it has been a week and what better way to celebrate a birth than to get clean. It was pretty un-eventful, Lily handled it like a pro.I did most of the scrubbing and cleaning,While Lay did all the drying.I may have gotten a little water in her eyes, but Mom was there to wipe it away before it could cause too much trouble.

In the end we had a mostly clean baby... she may have pooed a little right as she was getting out, but who can blame her, baths can be traumatic. Here is a video of Lay taking Lily out to dry her.
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Lily's Name


Lily: James and I spent the entire 9 months pouring through baby name books, baby name websites and looking for girls names everywhere we went. Throughout the entire pregnancy, we never once agreed on any name but Lily or May. May was ruled out when we posted about names on the blog and we realized May just doesn't go well with Schmitt. Too much like a sentence. So, it was pretty easy when she came to know that we were going to name her Lily. James liked Lilly and I liked Lily. Apparently, I won that debate since I had just birthed her.

Colima: Pronounced CO-LIME-A. This was James' Grandfather Langston's middle name, but it goes back farther than him. A very long time ago, James' mom's great great great or so grandparents went out to a dance together one night and left their 5 kids with a babysitter. While they were gone, their house burned down. All of the kids died in the fire. She was pregnant at the time and when that baby was born, they decided to name the baby Colima because it stood for Consolation Oh Lord In My Affliction. We feel that Lily has consoled us in all of the years it took her to get here!

Monday, July 5, 2010

Lily Comes Home

You can tell who takes the pictures in our family. And who is already totally whooped by Lily.





Sunday, July 4, 2010

Hospital Pictures

Since everything happened so fast, James wasn't able to get the camera until he went to move the car from the hospital driveway. These were taken as soon as we got it.
James getting to be the first to hold her.

Lily in the nursery, blowing bubbles. Look at those basketball player feet!


James realizes we can't put her back.


James spontaneously kissing her little face.


James changes the first diaper. What a man!


One of the only shots of me in the hospital.

Lily's Birth Story

I apologize for the delay in getting out all the amazing details of Lily's entry into this world. I hereby forewarn the readers of this post that it may fall into the "over share" category. I'm not shy of details, but I won't be graphic. And, it will be long. Feel free to skip down half way if you just want the exciting bits.

The best place to start is Wednesday morning, June 30. I had a check up with my Doctor and was 3 cm dilated and 80% effaced, at station +2. I was surprised to have progressed so far since I was really thinking I was going full-term or longer. I assumed it would be at this stage for awhile. Dr Harrison did mention on the way out that she'd see me next week, if not sooner. That second part went in one ear and out the other.

I had protein in my urine at the office, so I had to collect my pee all day to be tested. It had to be refrigerated. I didn't know how that was going to fly at work (and I had only gotten 4 hours of sleep because I saw the midnight showing of Eclipse on Tuesday night...hehehe), so I called in sick.

The day was pretty slow, with me taking it easy. I had been having on and off "Braxton-Hicks" most of the day since the movie the night before, but they were not even really noticeable. In the afternoon, I took a nap. Throughout the nap, I noticed more contractions and after I woke up, I started watching the clock. I was getting one every 20-30 minutes. Again, they were very light. No worries, right?
Olivia's party - Totally unaware I'm in labor.

My hubby came home and we got ready and went to my friend Olivia's birthday party. I continued to have contractions, but pretty light and infrequent. I was definitely feeling pregnant and tired, though. We left around 9pm and headed home.

For the next several hours, I had continued pressure. I listened to my Fear Clearing CD for Hypnobabies, but kinda fell asleep. I woke up to some stronger pains and decided to start using my relaxation techniques. Gosh, as I sit here and write this, it's SO obvious I was going to have a baby that night. I was oblivious. For about an hour, I did the Hypnobabies thing. I was very comfortable, but by the end I was falling asleep and waking up to the pressure. Then, I was unprepared for the waves and they seemed quite a bit stronger. At 11pm, I asked James to time them, since I was starting to think this was labor. We timed them and they were all over the place, like he said. Also, they felt better when I moved around. Braxton-Hicks, right? That's what all the books said. But, they were more powerful. And, I started to lose my mucus plug. In retrospect, this is when we should have started packing up for the hospital.

I went into the other room because James had to work in the morning and I didn't want to keep him up. I decided to listen to the Deep Relaxation Hypnobabies CD. Bad choice. There are all sorts of CD tracks that can help you cope, and since "I wasn't really in labor," I didn't want to listen to them until I needed them. The problem with the Relaxation CD was that it put me to sleep between contractions and then I woke up not in hypnosis and the pain was really shocking. Silly me.

At 1am, I asked James to time them again. They were still uber random. I re-read the signs of birth again and figured these contractions would either get regular or go away. I went back in the other room and read some, but I kept having the falling asleep, then waking in pain thing. At about 2:30am, I had one wave that I thought might kill me. I went to James and started crying and said I was really sorry to wake him, but if I had another wave like that last one, I might die. The reason I was crying was actually not from pain. I cried because I "realized" that I couldn't handle the pain with Hypnobabies alone. I was giving up, knowing that we needed to go to the hospital and I needed pain relief options. It was crushing to my self-esteem. James was amazingly supportive. He said he'd never have known that I was suffering so much until I told him I was going to die. He said he saw me coping like a champ. That was really comforting. I loved him a million right then.

James got out of bed and packed the bag in the car, as well as some other items. I sat on the bed and tried to breath. I had a pretty major one while James tried to help me up. We paused. As I got up to walk to the car, I had another major wave right away. I fell on the floor in the hallway and cried out. It kinda scared me. When it was done, I went to the couch in the living room to rest. I had another one a minute later on the couch. They were coming hard and fast now. As James stood in the doorway ready to come help me up, I said that words that scared him more than I realized, "I feel like I need to push."

I thought, well people push for a long time, we're still ok. James knew pushing meant baby coming very soon. I don't know why I was so absurd in continuing to insist in my head that I was just starting labor and I had only made it a short way in the journey to the baby. I honestly DID NOT see if coming. After the push comment, I made it to the car. Our dog Jack ran out the door. I wanted to have James put him inside, but James was all determination. He threw the dog in the back yard and took off. He was driving so fast and it hurt on the bumps, but again, he was all business.

He flew into the drive up and grabbed a wheelchair. It took me a minute to get into it, but as soon as I was, James was off. I put my head down and started to use Hypnobabies again because I could focus now. We went to the 5th floor and James buzzed us in. There was another couple, so we waited a minute. The women asked me a question and I kept my head down and tried to be polite and answer her. Later, she came and told me she had no idea how "in labor" I was and she was felt horrible she didn't move faster. Someone came up and took me to a room while James was giving our registration information. She left me on the bed with a gown and said someone would come check me. I looked at the clock and it said 3:18am. I got my top shirt off, but then I was paralyzed with more waves. AND, the feeling to push came back stronger.

James came in and I looked up and said, "I can't do it and I really need to push." Again, James saved us. Literally. Saved me. He pulled off the rest of my top, and literally picked me up yanked my pants off of me. In 10 seconds, I was in the gown and James buzzed the nurse and said my wife is pushing. And I was. My body forced me to push right then. But I knew we were NOT ready for her. A nurse came running in and checked my cervix. "Wow, you are dilated to a 10!" James said, "Yes, she feels like pushing."

I overheard, "Code White" paging overhead and in seconds, 5 nurses came rushing in. One was on the fetal monitors trying to get them on my belly. In one second, I swept the room with my eyes. One was setting up the tray of stuff, one on the baby table doing something and one was looking at me and saying something about Group B Strep. "Yes, I'm positive," I suddenly realized how important that was. I was shaking like a leaf. My legs and arms were convulsing. She said she'd try to at least get some penicillin in before the baby came. As she tried to calm my shaking hand and get in an IV, the need to push hit me like a truck. Someone had put my feet in stirrups. I pushed and felt the "ring of fire" on my cervix. It hurt, but I was still very confused about what was going on. I was having a baby now? And then, gush came my water.

Nobody was looking at me, they all had "jobs." James looked and called out, "Umm, I think the umbilical cord is coming out?" A nurse looked and said, "That's the head." And then she was back to her "job." A contraction started and I realized I was completely out of control and my body was taking over. I called out, "I'm going to push!" Nobody looked, but nobody said no. I had no choice anyway. I pushed and heard James say, "The head is out." A nurse looked and, indeed, the head was OUT. She said there was meconium to the others. I had a sudden thought about tearing, but my body pushed again immediately and I had a wonderful feeling of relief as her body came shooting (literally) out of my body. The nurse doing the fetal monitors on my right (ha!) and the one still working on my IV on my left for my penicillin (ha!) dropped everything and caught the baby about 2 feet down the bed from me. Blood from the IV squirted my hand, but was quickly stopped. One of them started to cut the cord and my sweet husband said we didn't want to cut the cord right away in our birth plan. She said we had to because of the meconium and he remembered we had talked about that. So, they cut the cord and handed him off to the nurse at the baby station job. I was in shock. My legs were still shaking. Everything had occurred in seconds. I glanced at the clock and it said 3:30am.

The on-call doctor came in and said, "How are we doing?" Someone said, "She's delivered." He came over and sat and started poking at me. Then, he delivered the placenta. At that point, Dr Harrison walking in. She said she had called on her way to tell them my birth plan specifics and they told her I had already had the baby. I thought that was so nice of her to call about my birth plan! We sort of laughed and she took over for the on-call guy. I heard him tell her there were no real tears, just a "skid mark." Wahoo! I thought for sure I had pushed her too hard to get away without issues. Dr Harrison said we don't need to do a stitch because it wasn't bleeding, but that she recommended it. She looked up and waited for me to decide...I love this Doctor...and I told her to go ahead. She did and was done just in time for someone to bring my baby to me.

I opened the gown at the top for skin to skin and they laid this tiny little person on my chest. I have to be honest, I didn't feel what I thought I would. I thought I would know her and recognize her. I certainly felt overwhelmed with joy, but she was this little stranger. So very tiny. I looked over at James and he was doing that thing where he's not crying but blinking a lot. He told me he was so proud of me. I could tell he really did think I was amazing for doing what I had. I felt so proud of myself. I was so empowered with accomplishment.

People started trickling out. Dr Harrison said she'd be back. My legs were still in stirrups and shaking. But, that was SO not important. A tiny little snuffling person was laying on my chest. It was surreal. It was wonderful. We were incredibly blessed and I feel extremely lucky that everything turned out as it did. Lily was born safely, at the hospital, without Group B Strep issues and completely healthy. (No thanks to me!)

I'll stop there, but I've learned some thing about hospital birthing that I think I'd like to share. :) After my next series of naps, I should have time to do that. PS Pics in the next post.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

New Bit of Schmitt

We here at the Schmitt house believe that if you are going to do something, you have to do it right. So we decided that we were going to do this whole baby delivery thing right.

At 11:00 pm on the 30th Malea was having some powerful contractions and was worried that she they were just Braxton-Hicks. Not wanting to go to the hospital until she was certain she was going into delivery. It was at this point in time that Malea first asked me to time her contractions. I dutifully did so and determined that they were all over the place. Ten minutes, 3 minutes, 8 minutes. Worried about being able to make it to work on Thursday, I told Malea that I was going to bed and that if she needed anything that she could wake me up. About an hour later Malea woke me up and told me that she couldn't sleep because every time she fell asleep she was woken by a contraction. She wanted me to time the contraction again so I dutifully did.

Once again, her contractions were all over the place. Had I been more awake I might have realised that they were now coming much more frequently, but alas, I told Malea they were still inconsistent and that I was going back to sleep.

At 2:30 in the morning Malea woke me one more time and told me that she wanted me to pray. I tried my hardest and mumbled something partially coherent. When I was done praying Malea asked me what I had felt. I told her, "Tired," and went back to sleep.

A half an hour later, Malea woke me up and told me that if she had one more contraction she thought that she was going to die. I promptly awoke and told her that I would take her to the hospital. The first thing that Malea said to me was, "You hate me."

I packed the car and got ready to drive to the hospital. As Malea walked to the car she had three more contractions. After the third contraction Malea turned to me and told me that she felt like pushing. "Oops," I thought.

I drove 40mph the whole three blocks to the hospital and parked my car in the valet parking and rushed Malea into the Labor and Delivery. I called the main desk and told them that I thought my wife was going into labor. This was at about 3:15.

The nurse took Malea back to a room while I registered. Registration was really quick and when I walked into the room Malea was sitting with her top off and her pants on. she looked at me and said, "I am going to push now." I quickly pulled her pants off and called in the nurse.

The nurse walked into the room and Malea started pushing. I looked down and told the nurse that the head was poking out. Two pushes later and little Lily shot out and slid across the bed.

At about that time the on call doctor walked into the room and asked how things were going. The nurses let him know that the baby had already been born. The time was 3:30. That's right, fifteen minutes and three pushes was all it took. The best part, there was almost no tearing.

So that is the shortened version. I have attached a video of my singing the wake-up song to Lily so that Malea could feed her.


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Friday, July 2, 2010

Welcome, Lily Colima Schmitt!

Born at 3:30am on July 1, 2010. 12 minutes after we arrived at the hospital. Did you know sometimes contractions never even out or become consistent, even when you're 10 centimeters dialated and ready to have a baby? Yeah, news to me, too.

I'll write a real post with the amazingly lucky details shortly.



James was playing the "wake up" game with her.