Friday, 10 March 2017

Bean's Birth Story

 Our due date was Sept. 26, 2013. Because of my small stature, most everyone thought for sure our little Bean would run out of room and arrive early. Well, she's as stubborn as her mom and wanted to prove everyone wrong! As our due date approached, many people were betting on Fri. Sept. 27. I think it was more of a hope than anything, because there are two special anniversaries on that day! On her due date, I was starting feel nervous and thinking that our friends and family might be right! Those close to me were constantly telling me to go walking up our GIANT, steep driveway, because they wanted this baby to come out! Well I wasn't ready, and neither was Bean. My response to them was "Babies know when to come out!" I knew my princess would arrive "precisely when "she" means to". I trusted her, and I trusted the birth process. I trusted she would know when I was ready! Ha!
At this point, I hadn't even had my bag packed.
      Later that evening, I started feeling contractions, so I started timing. They were TEN minutes apart! I was SURE this was going to happen! Soon they were coming every seven minutes, so I thought I'd try to lie down and rest while I still could...
     Then I woke up the next morning around 9:00, and they had pretty much stopped. So it's Friday, Sept. 27- the day everyone thought she'd come, and my contractions had stopped.

     There was a car seat (which hadn't made it to the truck yet) safety training in the K-mart parking lot this day, right across the street from the hospital... I had jokingly been telling everyone I would come in for the training, get the seat installed properly, then drive across the street and have a baby! Easy as that! Hahaha!
      Auntie Meg came up to the house that morning- her first time up that steep drive way! She helped this crazy Momma finish packing our hospital bag (nothing like waiting till the last minute...), and we packed up the truck with everything we might need if Bean decided it was time, and we headed to K-Mart. When we arrived, Grammy was already getting her car seat base installed, and boy, has it come in handy! The officers had it set up so you drive through these canopies, and there was no way I was getting Thunderhorse (our gigantic F-350) through that, so I parked away until there was an open space. When  it came to our turn, I drove over and parked in front of the canopies. The officers that helped us were SO awesome and helpful (shout out to Roseburg PD)! It took them a while to figure it out because the truck doesn't have the hooks like many cars now, AND due to the incline of the seat, they had to use a pool noodle cut up and taped together to boost the car seat up and make it the right inclination. Our officer was quite entertaining and had a great sense of humor. To make sure I knew how to install the seat, he had me (40 weeks pregnant) climb in the back and sit on the base and get it buckled real tight! However, even all that didn't throw me into labor.
     Not ready to give up yet, Meg and I decide to get some lunch at Subway (Eat Fresh!), and on our way, we made sure to hit as many of the speed bumps as possible! After lunch, we went to walk the mall hoping to give Bean a little more time to work her way down. After at least an hour of this, we gave in and went home, a little disappointed, but feeling ready for the birth experience and to hold my baby in my arms.
     That evening was the same as the previous night. My contractions started being steady again 10-12 minutes apart, 7-8 minutes apart, but no closer. Tired of feeling uncomfortable, I decided to lie down again, hoping to get more rest before she comes. Not five minutes after I got in bed, I peed my pants. 11:08 PM.

     Okay, okay, I did NOT pee my pants, but that's what it felt like...(get ready for TMI) I waddled my way to the toilet, trying not to leak on the way. I sat down, and the liquid kept coming. I yelled at Scott (somewhat panicking) to tell him my prognosis, but I decided to stay put (yes, on the toilet) for a few minutes trying so hard to wrap my mind around what was about to happen.
But before I knew it, we were off! My mind was reeling. I was SO excited, but I was also a little terrified of something so new and already painful. In between contractions that made me wish seat belts weren't the law, I sent out obligatory texts and made a few phone calls to alert everyone of our long-awaited news!
     Somehow with her soft, baby-holding sweater, and her very own overnight bag, Auntie Meg had arrived just before we did! Soon after, my own mom pulled in, and before we knew it, the whole family and more had made it in to await the arrival of our beautiful baby Bean.
      Contractions were coming so quickly and lasting so long. Meg put in a movie (THE HOBBIT), but I just couldn't stay in bed. I had to DO something, so in my attempt to relax and TRY to get comfortable, (because at this point I'm assuming it'll be several hours before anything happens) Scott filled the spa tub for me and I hopped in.
---->Now ladies, if you get the opportunity to get in a jetted tub during labor, DO IT! Hot tubs are relaxing on a normal day, right? This tub made me feel like I was literally *floating* between contractions, and it was "just what the doctor ordered". (Not really, I ordered it!)<----
     After what seemed like forever, and several rounds of puking, I was at that point of feeling like I couldn't just sit around anymore, so thus begun my endeavor to "visit the masses". I had imagined for months.. a very pregnant Sam walking the hospital halls in my gown and slippers, husband in hand, chatting with my people in the waiting room.., and I was determined to make that happen! (REMEMBER: the TMI has only just begun...) We pulled the drain on the life-saving tub, and I crawled out. Unfortunately... I never got my hall-walking dream. Contractions were coming so fast and hard at this point, I couldn't even get myself dressed and spent the next hour or so naked on the bathroom floor. The song Torn kept coming to mind.. you know the one, "I'm cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor", except I had no shame. Zero. The cold floor felt so amazing!
     My rock star nurse and cousin, Lisa, would come into this tiny bathroom where I'm lying on the floor telling Scott I need to get dressed so I can go say hi to everyone, and manage to check Bean's heartbeat periodically, but this couldn't last forever. I finally was able to get up, pause for contraction, slip my slippers on, pause for contraction, pull my gown on, pause for contraction, and I emerged from the bathroom like a mountain climber who had conquered Everest. I was victorious in my departure from the bathroom! BUT I couldn't make it to the next door.. I could see the lights from the hall, taunting me, but instead of turning toward the door, I crawled into bed and under the covers. Things were feeling pretty intense at this point, and I felt walking was out of the question. Then it hit me. A giant poo was coming, and I couldn't hold it in! Okay, okay, it wasn't poop, but that's really what it felt like! I just needed to puuuush, but surely not yet! It had only been a few hours since we got there! I announced feebly, "I feel like I need to push", and asked them to get Cherie, my amazing CNM (certified nurse midwife). [Now what I didn't know at this point was that Scott was thinking I was crazy, that we had hours left, and since we had hours left and it already hurt that bad, I was definitely going to need an epidural...Boy, was he wrong!] Cherie came in, checked me out, and calmly (HOW ARE YOU SO CALM?) pointed out, "oh wow, it's time to push". You don't say...
      The next few minutes were truly a blur. Cherie remained at the end of the bed with a light above her, and everything around that light was like a weird movie scene as nurses appeared from no where pushing in tables of tools, completely rearranging the room. Lisa shooed everyone but who was on "the list" out of the room (after I wished I would have known that I really didn't care who was there... Sorry Mikenna!<3). Now things settled. Scott, my mom, Sheri, Meg, Cherie and all the labor nurses (including Lisa and Stacie) were all that remained.
        Now, this WAS over three years ago (this has taken me over the span of two or so to write), and I was kind of on a birth high, so some of the details are a little foggy, but I remember Scott to my right, his mom behind him, my mom to my left, and Meg next to her holding my leg. I think Stacie was holding my other leg? Contractions would come, Cherie would coach, Scott would remind me to breath, and I would push. Over and over for twenty minutes or so... At some point Mom and Meg switched places, and at another, Stacie and Scott switched places. This was it, she was crowning, tons of hair, just a few more pushes... Finally when her head came through, there was a tiny moment of relief followed by panic. "What is THAT?!" I exclaimed. I had felt her shoulders hit my pelvic floor. Up until this moment, I had not given a moment of thought to her shoulders. I had imagined one her head was out, she would just slither through...NOPE. One more push, after they laughed at me, to push her shoulders out, and THEN she just slipped out, into her daddy's waiting hands. This. This was the best moment of my life. I had just successfully given birth to this itty bitty person that is half me and half the man I love...who at this point was bringing her to my chest...and being reminded not to pull her to far, because she's still attached! Now I have this beautiful baby in my arms, we're all crying, and even though I still have to push the placenta out and get stitches (super uncomfortable), it didn't really matter because she was here. Finally.
       Sophia Nancy Hammerschmith was born at 3:09am. Four hours and one minute after my water broke. 7 pounds and 8 wonderful ounces. Then she did something amazing, she did the boobie crawl. She scoot her way up my tummy and made breastfeeding seem like the easiest thing in the world (it's not. It's really not.)! At this point, we kicked everyone out, so Sophia could get to know her mommy and daddy, and nurse as much as she'd like before meeting all the wonderful people waiting for her. And they really are wonderful, because she took her sweet time. She nursed for long over an hour, but to us it only felt like minutes. Shortly after 5am, everyone who had waited literally all night to meet her were welcomed in to meet this sweet, little Bean.💗


Wednesday, 18 November 2015

The Little...errr...BIG Things

Today has been a day of tidying up around our living area...
     I can find a place for all of the little toys, a basket for all of the blankets, and I have space for all the books in a bookcase, BUT it can be incredibly frustrating trying to make room for:
  • the bouncer
  • the exersaucer
  • the pink princess FOUR WHEELER
  • the strollers
  • the high chair
  • the play kitchen
  • the Bumbo
  • the baby bath
...etc., etc., I could go on and on! There are so many larger items that come with babies and toddlers that don't tuck away in a set of bright, primary-colored drawers or under the crib, and I can't hide them away in the attic or basement because we USE them. I use them almost every day! And just as I was reaching the peak of my frustration...I cried. (If you continue reading my blog, you will find I cry a lot.) My Bean is two years old, and my Nugget is already six months. I cried because it hit me (again) that they grow so fast!
     Because Nugget is planned to be our last baby, any day now I could give away our sweet baby bouncer from Tami & Beth that bounced Bean to bed so many nights and comforted sweet Nugget while I showered. Really, I already could give away the tummy time baby mats, because when I lay Nugget down to play, she almost immediately army-crawls away! In just a few months, Nugget will be walking, and she will no longer be interested in being restrained in the exersaucer that has entertained her for so long.
     So for today, I will cherish our crowded home, because it means my babies still need help. It means my babies are still babies, and I will hold onto that as long as I can.♥

Wednesday, 11 November 2015

Life Update!

I PROMISE someday I'll get Bean's Birth Story published for the public, and then maybe I'll get Nugget's written too..., but in the meantime I feel like I should "get back at it", because being a Momma is all of the feels in one little box, and I wish I could really share that with everyone!

     For anyone out there reading this that doesn't know me personally, here's a life update that should help out with any future posts...
     I gave birth to our second baby girl on May 8, so we are officially a family of FIVE: Scott (Dad, or the Hammer), ME, Big Bro or "Socky", Bean, and NUGGET! Big Bro is a teenager now. It seems like I was blogging about a nine year old, and now he is in his last year of middle school. Bean just turned two, which makes me feel even more silly that I haven't completed her birth story! And Nugget is now six months, which means she is closer to her first birthday than she is to her birth day, and that makes my Momma heart a little sad. 
     Big Bro is thirteen and in the eighth grade. Sometimes raising a teenage boy is incredibly difficult, especially due to the fact that I am only 25 myself (Scott is 8 years older than me), but it is also a lot of fun and, as parenting always is, rewarding. He is bright, imaginative, loving, and funny. He can also be moody, lazy, irresponsible, and a bit of a space cadet, but hey! as I said, he is a teenager! He loves his sisters, and they love him. 
     Bean is two, which means terrible twos, and yes there are so, so real. If I wrote a self-help book the title would be: Help! My Child is Wild, and I Don't Know How to Tame Her! But that's okay, because as they say, "this too shall pass". Time has moved in hyper speed since she was born, and before we know it she'll be headed off to school. Bean is smart, loving, sweet, and oh so much fun. She is a little light, and I get to call her mine! She is talking more and more, knows her ABCs, most of her numbers, animals and their noises, and so much more. She is beautiful, and her hair is gorgeous! I know it seems silly to call out her hair, but if you'd seen it, you'd know why. Maybe my next post will have pictures...
     Nugget is just barely six months. She is beautiful. She is so happy and chill; she's my chill baby. (I think God knew I wouldn't be able to handle two littles if they were both like Bean.) She's scooting about now, has two teeth, and we just started solid food! 
     I'd update you on my life too, but ^that's^ pretty much it. I am retiring from my short stint as a Scentsy Independent Consultant, but don't worry, I have a new, exciting adventure just around the river bend...

So there's that! I promise I won't wait two years to post again!

Proverbs 3:5a "Trust in the Lord with all your heart..."

Thursday, 29 May 2014

Nursing Quirks

Today, when I got out of the shower, you were crying and crying for me to feed you. We plopped down on the bed together, and you started nursing and everything was better. The traces of your desperation were still evident though by the line of snot from your nose to my boob. My sweet girl. 

You also have this funny little thing you do while eating; you like to play with and twist whatever finger I give you as if you're revving up a motorcycle. Is this a sign of you future? Do I have the next big hotshot BMXer in my arms?

You've also recently started biting me. And while it hurts so much at first, when you stop, the pain quickly goes away. However, every time you do bite me, I give you a little flick on the cheek and sternly say, "no biting". Your reaction is priceless! You would think it was me who had bitten you. You pop up with this sad little lip quiver and whimper, and sometimes it turns into a full on tear-fest. But when I remind you what you're on my lap for, you soon get back to business and put the tears away for later. 

I love you, my little Bean, and every little thing you do. <3

Thursday, 15 August 2013


...I think it's in the water...
      I've heard so many people say that, but it's crazy how many people I know are pregnant. Aside from myself, there's Alisha, due with her first baby girl a few weeks before me; Ginger, due with her second girl a few weeks before me; Joanie, due with her fifth, a boy, any day now!; Cayla, due with her third, a boy, on the same day as me!; Autumn, my soon-to-be sis-in-law, due Oct. 28 with her first boy; Ariel, due Nov. 16 with her first girl; and my cousin Bethany, due with her first boy Dec. 6! All of these are pregnant, and I know of at least one more! Crazy, right? But you don't read my blog to hear about you?!

      MY pregnancy: I don't want to brag, but it's been fantastic, and I feel so blessed. Don't misunderstand, I've had my bouts with pretty much every pregnancy symptom, but none have been terrible.
      The Bad:
  • Morning Sickness
  • Backache
  • Pregnancy Brain (it's real, people!)
  • Exhaustion
  • Moody Rollercoaster
  • Shortness of breath
  • Braxton Hicks
  • Swollen feet/ankles
  • And a few others I won't mention...
But even these have not been terrible. The morning sickness was gone the day my first trimester ended. My feet and ankles only swelled the week I was at camp. Exhaustion didn't really hit till I got back from camp, and let's face it, I've always been a moody rollercoaster! ;D And all of these don't even matter compared to...
     The Good:
  • Feeling my precious Bean roll around and kick
  • The love I already feel and know will increase one hundred fold for my Bean
  • The love I feel for my husband watching him interact with this new life that is ours
  • Knowing soon all of this will end, and I will be holding my baby girl!
     -Feb. 1: Finding out the news for ourselves
     -Feb. 3-16: Spreading the news to our loved ones and, well, the whole world!
     -Feb. 11 (I think): First ultrasound! First glimpse of my beautiful, baby Bean
     -Mar. 27: First trimester OVER!
     -Apr. 26: First time for sure feeling my baby kick. It was so tiny compared to what her giant feet do now!
     -May 30: Finding out our baby Bean is a baby GIRL! So much joy!!
     -July 4: Second trimester OVER!
     -July 21: An awesome shower of love<3
     -July 30: Last day of work!

Now I am six weeks away from one of the best days of my life, and every day is better than the last!

Proverbs 3:5a "Trust in the Lord with all your heart..."

Friday, 31 May 2013

From the Top!

This particular journey begins in February 2010...
       I had met Scott at church the previous year, and we had become closer and closer friends primarily through worship and then our youth group. He was so much fun to be around that I finally just couldn't get enough! After a week of just praying about our lives and what we wanted out of them, we decided on February 22, 2010 that we could (and should!) date. We had to take a lot of precautions with each other because we had both recently left what seemed like serious relationships, he had a son, and to some, our age difference (8 1/2 years, and I wasn't quite 20 yet) was a big deal. But once we decided it was time, we quickly fell in love. That September he proposed, and the following March we were married!
      Now it seems like as soon as anybody gets married, everyone starts asking about babies. Normally newlyweds would just roll their eyes at the prying questions, but not me! I knew long before Scott that God called me to be a mother, so it was something we had talked about extensively before we even started dating. I knew Scott couldn't be the "one" for me if he wasn't wanting any more kids. We knew we would have kids, so the next question was when. I was an eager beaver, but I knew I wanted time with my husband as a newlywed, so we decided we would have one year together without planning for babies. After that year, I was ready, but there was a minor hold up- we were going to Austria in August! We were both looking forward to this trip, and I was so excited to see my sister, Vera, again, so I didn't want to chance being pregnant during or before this trip, so we had more waiting to do... but our out-of-country trip seemed to be the only thing in the way, so after Austria, we decided it was time. 
      Don't get me wrong, it wasn't the easiest decision. There's a lot of stress in baby planning, but ultimately I knew that God wouldn't bless us with a baby until we were ready. At least not until God knew we were ready. And I guess that time is now! February 1st, we took our very first pregnancy test, and voila! We are having a baby! At that time I was 6wks and 1 day pregnant, and that is how our story begins...

Proverbs 3:5a "Trust in the Lord with all your heart..."