Archive for March 2010

Chloe’s First Week

Chloe all swaddled and comfy.  (03/25/2010)

Chloe and Daddy catching up on some sleep.  (03/27/2010)

This is Chloe sleeping.  Isn’t she cute?  (03/27/2010)

Chloe’s First Bath

Three days after Chloe was born we decided to give her her first bath.  It went well at first.  Here is Mom washing her hair.  (03/25/2010)

Chloe got mad pretty soon after the above picture was taken.  It was a bumpy ride throughout the rest of the bath.  We thought we had already seen the worst until…  (03/25/2010)

Obviously she was not a happy camper by the time we took her out of the bath and dried her off.  Luckily she started to enjoy baths after a couple weeks.  By enjoy, I mean not scream her head off.

Welcome Chloe Grace!

It all started at 12:30 a.m. on Monday, March 22nd.  Andy and I headed to the labor and delivery floor at Columbia-St. Mary’s Hospital when I started having some abdominal pain.  The nurses checked me out, made us pace the hallways for a while to see if I progressed, but by 6 a.m. nothing was happening and my contractions had stopped.  “Come back when your contractions have been 5 minutes apart for two hours,” the doctor told me.  So we went home, e-mailed our coworkers to let them know we’d not be in that day, and went back to bed.

We woke up again around noon and decided to take a walk down to our realtor’s office on Prospect Ave. to sign some papers (we had accepted an offer on our condo the previous day).  I had to stop walking a couple of times because I had some contractions – not painful, but just a tight feeling.  We got home and I didn’t feel any more contractions, so I seriously considered going into work.  So glad that I didn’t!  Soon some real contractions kicked in.  They felt nothing like the ones I had felt before, and I knew this was the real deal.  Andy whipped out his computer and started tracking the duration and spacing (I love my geek!).  He also made me a pot of tomato soup, which went uneaten because the contractions quickly got very intense.  Interestingly, they were very erratic – some were 8 minutes apart, others were right on top of each other.  Around 6:55 p.m. I couldn’t take it anymore and called my OB even though it had only been a little over an hour since the contractions started.  “Judging from the sound of your voice, it’s time to go to the hospital!”  she told me.

Oh – did I mention that the inspection for the sale of our condo was the next day?  Andy hurried around and picked up some clutter and tried to get our last-minute stuff together.  I had an elaborately packed hospital bag full of comfort items that we had learned about in childbirth class.  Andy did a great job getting us out the door and into the car because I could hardly move.  Anyone who has driven in Milwaukee knows how horrible the city streets are… and anyone who has been a passenger in my car knows how stiff the suspension is.  I held on to the side of the car and tried to ride out the bumpiness, when that terrible feeling came over me.  “I feel like I hafta push…” I told Andy while thinking to myself, “Oh my God, this baby might be born on the side of Prospect Avenue.”  Andy pulled into the entrance of the hospital and dropped me off.  I waited in the entrance, bent over and sweating, while he parked the car.  I got quite a few stares as people went in and out of the hospital.  Only one person asked me if I needed help!  Well, it was probably obvious what was happening.

We checked into Labor & Delivery at about 7:30 p.m.  A nurse examined me – I was 9 1/2 cm. dilated!  Although I knew the answer to the question, I inquired about an epidural.  Of course, I was denied.  I’d have to do this the old-fashioned way.   I was ordered to not push because they were waiting for my doctor to show up at the hospital.  While I was trying to breathe through the intense contractions and concentrating on not pushing (I didn’t know until then how hard that could be!) the nurses tried several unsuccessful times to stick me with the IV needle.  Well, you may know just how much I love needles.   It seriously took a half an hour before they got the needle in – that was a load of fun.

Finally Dr. Webb showed up, and we could get the show on the road.  After 40 minutes of pushing (and less than 2 hours after checking into the hospital), a great wave of relief washed over me and the doctor announced, “It’s a Chloe!”   The doctor put her on my chest and Andy got to cut her cord.  Chloe was absolutely perfect – a perfect little round head, big blue eyes, and a cute little button nose.  My heart about melted when she let out a tiny, cute sneeze.  Then she peed on me.

This is Chloe and me just a few minutes after she was born.  (03/22/2010)

Daddy holding Chloe for the first time.  (03/22/2010)

Mommy and Daddy cherishing their little girl.  (03/23/2010)

Here is Grandma and Grandpa Hanson holding Chloe.  (03/23/2010)

I was so happy to finally hold her in my arms.  (03/24/2010)

Chloe is such a precious little girl.  (03/24/2010)

Grandma and Grandpa Nelsen with Chloe.  (03/24/2010)

The Nelsen’s with Chloe.  (03/24/2010)

Uncle Adam holding Chloe.  (03/24/2010)

Chloe is getting prepped to leave the hospital.  (03/24/2010)

Mommy and Daddy admiring their new baby girl shortly before leaving the hospital.  (03/24/2010)