What a day, what a day.. my little peanut face turned 2 on Saturday. The day he came – oh my gosh, I have never been so full of love! I feel bad when I tell people the birthing story – because it was so easy and laid back – it was a long day – especially for hubs – who, bless him, is not the most patient of people – and was so excited!
So, I had gestational diabetes the first time around. They say it’s one of those things that some people get and some people don’t – but, I was taking Metformin for Poly cystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS) when I got pregnant. One of the things Metformin is used for is to regulate blood sugar for diabetics. At 20 weeks I stopped taking the Metformin. At 25 weeks I was diagnosed. I have always thought that my gestational diabetes could have been because of all of that.. regardless – no matter how much it sucked to not be able to eat chocolate ice cream when I wanted, it was the best thing that could have happened to me. I was so strict with my diet – that I pretty much regulated my numbers without meds – and even lost weight pretty consistently until I gave birth at 39 weeks. Because of the GD they felt there was a chance he could be large – so they went ahead and scheduled me to be induced. He was born at 7 lbs 8 oz. I could have gone that extra week – but I am so glad I didn’t. He was killing me – baring down on my pelvic bone.. good gravy – I still remember that. We checked into the hospital at 8pm on Wednesday night – after checking me to see if I was dialated at all – they decided they didn’t need to give me the Cervatil (the spelling on that is probably wrong), kept me hooked up to the machines, and told us we could eat dinner. After dinner they gave me an Ambien (thank you!) and I went to sleep. At 5 they woke me up, asked me if I wanted to shower and started an IV. At around 6 they gave me Pitocin (to induce labor), and I went back to sleep. I seriously slept off and on all day – they would come in every hour to check me – and I think I had a small handful of contractions before they gave me the Epidural. And then I slept some more. At around 5 – the doctor finally made an appearance – said hi.. checked my chart, checked my progress and left. At 6 she came back. Checked everything again, and said it wouldn’t be long. At 6:30 she checked me again. She said she wanted me to push a little.. so I did. Then a little harder, and once more.. and there he is! I am not even kidding – he it was 3 pushes and 15 minutes! Do you see why I feel bad telling people that story!?? I can only hope the next one (god willing) will be as easy!
So the birthday.. Alex learned early in the week (because my birthday is on the 17th) that when you say Happy Birthday, or sing Happy Birthday – it means CAKE. So when we walked into his room on Saturday to wish him a happy birthday – he said, “CAKE!” My little man loves his sugar!
We had a small little get-together with our families, and just a few friends. Alex ran around and played with kids, and was not real interested in opening presents – he just wanted cake. He received some awesome presents from the way-to-generous friends and family that attended – and really had a nice time. I hope. Here’s a little collage of the big day. I made the decorations (although there’s really weren’t many) – not the candle (and if I could have figured that out – I probably would have attempted!). I really wanted to make the marshmallows for the S’mores thank you’s – but there was no time! Plus, I think I really need a big mixer – and I don’t have one.
My dad got the Captain a cowboy hat – that’s the hubs wearing it – he is so much more brooks brothers then he is cowboy – but I love how he not only lets – but encourages my dad to bring on the hats and boots. It’s another reason why I love him so much! The cookies were made by a friend (I have contact info if you want it – she’s amazing) and the cake is the chocolate cake from Costco ($16.99). I tried to stick to a budget – a small budget – I haven’t looked to see how I did – I am sure I was a little over.