#dillonaday Weekly Roundup 1-2

#1 My going home outfit is a little big, but that just makes me all the cuter! - June 20 #2 Spending quality burping time with Daddy. - June 21 #3 Watch out world! I have a dimple and I know how to use it! - June 22 #4 This is my 3rd outfit for the day. I had on my rocker suit, to get hyped up for my circumcision, but then I peed all over it. So mommy put me in my "rocking out" onsie, but it should have said "blowout" onsie, because that's exactly what I did at the urology clinic, and then peed everywhere when daddy changed me. Maybe...

Dillon's Birthing Story Part 2: Once a NICU Nurse, Never a Real Patient

The CRNA came in to give me the extra potent cocktail via epidural to prepare my body for surgery and seconds later I was filling up blue plastic bags with acidic lemonade flavored emesis in the most paralyzed, helpless state. Previously, my epidural was just strong enough to numb out most of the contraction's sensations, but now my legs could have been sawed off and stashed in a different room and I wouldn't have known it. My arms even felt floundering and heavy. I can't describe how awkward it felt to watch people reposition my body and have...

Dillon's Birthing Story Part 1: Shit or Get Off the Pot

  I never imagined in a million years I'd be birthing in the face of danger.  Never. "Are you nervous?" the Labor and Delivery nurse asked me as she obtained my history and vital signs in-between our bantering, on the account of us not being strangers and all.  "Eh. I don't think so. Why?" I'd heard the far too familiar alarms in the background of our small talk, but didn't give it much thought. "Oh, just curious. Have you had any issues with your blood pressure?" "No. It's been perfect." "Feeling weird lately?" "Just really...

Final Eviction Notice: Week 41

I started writing this while sitting on a birthing ball, in a sweaty recovery, post just a few short of a million squats. I finished writing this post cleaning our entire house from top to bottom, stopping only so often to eat and to bounce on that infamous blue ball that's supposed to make magic happen. Whether this baby is bashful, lazy, comfortable, or just plain stubborn, he/she has managed to stay in the womb despite the odds. When I say "odds", I'm talking about anything and everything that would normally send a baby screaming into...

Honesty is the Best Policy

As beautiful as our walks have been lately, I'd like to say they've been equally as relaxing, but that'd be a complete lie on my behalf (I'm many things, but a lier isn't usually one of them). Actually, as much as I typically enjoy walks this time of year, now days they just feel like more of a chore. Not only does my gait resemble that of a penguin (even with a support belt), but Patrick has to push me up any "steep" hills (I'd probably topple over with him spotting me...or just turn around and find a different route), and a 21 minute mile...

Still Waiting: Week 40

We got to see Cotton's chubby cheeked squished face on ultrasound for the very last time, to measure size and ensure it's safe to continue to wait for him/her to arrive. Cotton's measuring in the 64th percentile on the growth chart, with long legs, and estimated to weigh about 7lb 10oz. One way or another, this time is coming to a close.....whether Cotton decides to come out on his/her own or not (I was unfortunately dilated to a big fat ZERO this week, and apparently my cervix is "hiding out in Minnesota", so I was sent home with lots of...

Quite the Agenda

Remember when I mentioned earlier this week that thing about walking??? Well here's the evidence!! What I didn't mention is eating Hypnotic Donuts first. That place makes me happy. My Mom and cousin Blake came to visit for the weekend with plans of helping us get some last minute stuff accomplished and cooking good food, and with only so many precious days left before the weather turns into triple digits, we took them to White Rock Lake to enjoy the wildflowers in bloom. There's such a small window of the year when everything is so...