Angus is 2 weeks old

Wow, I can't believe how time flies. Angus is doing really well, he is growing and changing allready. He is the sweetest baby, he sleeps for about 4 hours at a time and hardly ever fusses. Here are a few pictures. I must run and try to clean up my house while he is sleeping, I will write more later.

John Angus

Well the marathon started on Wednesday morning, I was having consistent contractions so we called the doctors office and they told us to come in, only to have us walk around for 4 hours, come back to the office and then get sent home. We went home and I tried to sleep until about midnight when I could no longer get comfortable because the contractions were getting to strong and he apparently had his head on a nerve in my back making everything very uncomfortable.
2:30 AM I woke John up told him we had to go. Contractions in the car were every 4 to 5 minutes making a long car ride. Got to the hospital got hooked up to the monitor, waited forever for the on call dr to look at the read out from the monitor. The minute we got to the hospital the contractions became irregular. Of course it was my doctors day off.
6:30AM on call dr says contractions are strong enough just not consistent enough, go home. I'll admit I almost started crying at the thought of the ride home. Of course the contractions started up as soon as we got in the car. I tried to sleep in the car but was awaken every time I had a contraction.
8:30 AM John decided to go to work and at this point neither of us had any idea of what labor was supposed to be like since nothing was ever consistent enough or strong enough.
All morning I spent trying to get comfortable but NOTHING helped. I used to consider myself a pretty tough person but my back hurt so bad I was rapidly turning into a pansy. I talked to my doctors nurse several times over the course of the morning, she was furious that they made me go home and convinced my doctors partner to see me since I was having back labor so bad because his head hadn't quite turned the right direction. He agreed and told me to come back to town.
2:30 I called John home.
3:00 We depart once again for Helena, making this trip literally Hell, every contraction made me want to cry uncle and get it over with. By the time we got there I would have let them do a c-section just to get rid of the pain.
4:00 Dr Haye sees me, agrees to admit me. Telling me that he would probably start pitocin to make the timing more consistent.
4:30 Nurse gets us settled into room, hooks me up to monitor for 20 minutes, then fills up the "awesome" jacuzzi tub, and tells me to sit in it for an hour. I was thinking it would give me some reprieve from the pain in my back and intensity of the contractions. It did make me feel better but the jets of water kicked it up a notch and made things really kick into gear. Since baby's head still hadn't moved when I got out of the tub I was instantly in pain again. They gave me an IV, started the pitocin on the lowest dose. After maybe a half hour I made them shut it off and call the anesthesiologist. At this moment I officially acknowledged that I was no where near as tough as I thought I was, slapped the pansy sticker on my forehead and begged for drugs.
The anesthesiologist Dr. O'Connor showed up, quickly fixed me up, reassured me of my fears of allergic reactions, with the fact that he had drugs to counteract any reaction I may have had. He was my new best friend. While he waited to monitor me after the epidural was in place he asked where we were from, after finding out we grew up on ranches, he reassured me that he eats beef, and then proceeded to tell me his son is a vegetarian and how disqusted he is with him.
The epidural started to work almost instantly and I tried to sleep. John was finally able to relax and we waited. Several hours pass by, I took several cat naps, John took a long snooze, and we waited. At this point I could only watch the contractions on the screen, as I could not feel them. Around midnight Dr Malaney (the currently on call dr) came into see me and broke the water. Within minutes I entered the transition faze, at which point I started to have feeling again, despite me pushing the button on the pump to deliver more anesthetic, I could still feel the contractions through the drugs. I can't imagine how much worse they would have been without it though.
1:45AM Finally time for the dirty work. The nurse (Tai) calls Dr. Malaney.
2:00AM Dr. Malaney arrives (I will leave the gory part out for those of you who may be weak stomached)
2:43AM John Angus enters the world kicking and screaming. 7 lbs 5.8 oz and 20 inches long. Today is July 16, 2010. 26 hours of labor and I finally got my reward.
He was perfect, John cut the umbilical cord and they placed him on my chest. He instantly stopped crying and curled up on me. A tear dropped from my eye and John hugged us both.

Yes, I am still pregnant!

Well here we are 39 weeks of being pregnant, I am hot, tired, and cranky! Feeling kinda bummed about not making it to the rodeo, this will be the first year I have ever missed a Drummond Rodeo in all the years that my dad has been a part of it. Sorry Dad! But those hard seats and the sun is just to much for me to handle right now. Yesterday my mom and mother in law came up and helped me get all the drywall primed. So now on tuesday I will go buy the paint, however I am praying I will be in the hospital instead of the hardware store. But I guess that is not really my decision. Just thought I would keep you posted. I will keep everyone up to date when he FINALLY decides to make an appearance!

Well I guess it has been a while since I have posted anything. So here is a quick update on the house. Sheetrock is almost done, its waiting on John to finish his plumbing. The trim around all the windows and doors in the log part are done. The trim around the big windows is almost done. Notice the half logs covering up the posts between the windows. We think it looks way cooler than we ever imagined. Things are progressively moving forward as is my belly. Only 4 and a half more weeks. I still don't think the house will get done but at least it is getting closer.








John and I got my greenhouse set up and we now have tomatoes, zucchini, squash, cucumbers, lots of herbs, and even a watermelon plant in there. I will post pictures as soon as I remember to take some.

33 weeks!

Well time sure seems to be flying by right now. I suppose if we had the house done and were ready for the baby to come then time would be slowly eeking by. The spray on insulation guys will be here next friday to insulate the loft and the gabled end where the big windows are. Now John has some pressure to get the wiring done this weekend (:

It has been raining here. Yesterday summed up about a half inch and the next few days are calling for the same. I am so grateful, we need the rain. It is not real warm out, but complaining won't do anybody any good, after all it is Memorial day weekend and I don't ever remember this being a nice weekend as far as weather is concerned. I never could understand why people still go camping religiously every year on this weekend. The cold rainy weather forces me to stay inside and get some housework and bookwork done. So that is what is on my agenda for the day and then dinner at some friends tonight. Happy Memorial Day!

Frustrated

Well those of you that have read my Facebook may know that things have not been going so well with the house. A couple of days ago John was in the loft working on the wiring and had to pull some insulation out of the wall to drill a hole and discovered the OSB was all covered in mold. Upon further inspection realized that the whole loft was full of the mold, so we had to tear all the insulation out. Then we went into the basement and sure enough, it was solid mold as well. After doing some investigating and making countless calls, I found out that the reason was because the sheetrock wasn't up yet and any moisture in the house was going right through the insulation and then condensing on the wall causing the mold. Apparently if you put the siding up and the sheetrock up right away then it creates an moisture proof barrier and then only air is trapped in the space and no water can get through. This would have been nice to know last fall when I insulated. I also learned that bleach will not kill mold on porous surfaces. Apparently the bleach can not get to the roots of the mold and then the bleach part evaporates before the water does and then causes the mold to come back way worse. So I found some stuff on the internet and ordered it, hopefully it will get here today. Our new plan of attack is to spray the mold then have a company come out and spray on insulation so it will create an airtight barrier and never allow the mold to regrow. On a happier note my cousin came out yesterday and helped John get the wiring almost finished. They would have gotten it finished if we wouldn't have ran out of boxes, and our carpenter friends also came yesterday and framed up the babies room and framed in my bathtub. At least we are still moving forward but it is still frustrating being held up by mold.

Sorry I haven't been blogging lately, things have been kind've hectic around here. All but a couple of the sheep have lambed, a skunk ate all my baby chicks except for one. Poor little guy, I don't think it would have made it without company so I took it down to the neighbors and put it in the tank with all his baby chicks. Hopefully the poor thing will survive. The only good news out of that was that we did catch the skunk. He came back the next night just like I suspected and I had a trap set for him. He liked the smell of raw turkey and went right in the trap. And a bullet sent him to meet his maker. I have been fixing fence and this afternoon I am planning on hauling my holstein heifer, her steer compadre, and the butcher beef up to the meadow and turn them out. Next week my other yearling is getting AI'd and then she will go up there as well. I need to build a cross fence so I can haul my Dixie cow up there without the older weaned calves trying to nurse her. Then Decker gets hauled to the vet to become a little less of a man.

I hit 30 weeks on sunday, now for the final countdown. And I still have so much to do. I have to build the fence I mentioned above, we have to get our house finished and moved into, and set up the baby room. I need a miracle if this house is going to get done.



We did get the stairs done last week, so that was pretty exciting. Now John has to get the electrical and plumbing done so that we can get the sheetrock up. We hired some people to come do the trim around the windows and doors in the log part. We figured that would be one of those jobs that would be best done by a professional. So hopefully they will start on it next week. We picked up our appliances the other day in Helena. Now they are sitting upstairs taunting me because I can't use them yet.

Well as you know I have a ton of things to do, so I had better get off this dang computer.