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| First Doctor Visit | Well Carrie's first doctor visit was January 6th, or around there, we really can't remember the exact date. I was dumb and didn't go, so when Carrie called me at work to tell me that she heard the baby's heartbeat, I was extremely upset. She said it went "whoos, whoos, whoos" really fast.
I will not miss the next one that is on February 4th. The doctor, or rather the RN said that everything sounded fine and that the baby's heart rate was healthy. (That's my kid) The RN also thinks that Carrie is 11 weeks along, but we're not so sure. We think that she might have gotten pregnant after the doctor does. |
| 2nd Doctor visit Febuary 4th |
I heard the baby's heart beat. That's pretty much all that happened today. It was really fast. It put a big smile on my face, which I carried around all day. I don't know, it's just cool to think that there is a little person growing in Carrie's stomach that we created. Just the two of us. What a responsibility!
Ya know we have these discussions almost every night about what kinds of parents we're going to make. Sometimes we joke around, like today before we went to the appointment we were watching talk shows and the shows had TROUBLED TEENS. In other words, there were these 13 to 16 year old kids acting like hoodlums. Cussing and yelling at their parents and everyone else.
So, we joked around about having kids like that, what we would do about it, and how to, scratch that, how we think we will prevent that kind of stuff from happening to us. I guess we'll see, huh. Next visit we get to see it and get a video. I'll try and put it on this page. |
| 3rd Doctor visit March 4th |
I must tell you that seeing the baby was the most awe inspiring
thing that I have ever seen. I sat there holding Carrie's hand as our
baby appeared on the TV screen. We got to see its little heart
beating away, its pudgy little fingers and toes. It has the cutest
little hands and feet. We saw its spine, which the doctor said goes
all the way down it's body.
At one point in time we saw the baby move its arm on the screen,
but Carrie said that she couldn't feel it. That, however, is no longer
a problem since Carrie says that she feels it all the time now. I, however, have yet to
feel the baby move, which I guess that's ok. This is
just mom's time to enjoy that feeling.
Everything looks as though it is growing in the correct places. The
baby is about 4 inches long and weighs about 12 ounces. The
expected due date is still July 18.
Well you might notice that there is no video. Yea, after first forgetting the video tape and having to make a mad dash to the store down the street to get one, we didn't even get to record the
sonogram. The person that was running the machine didn't ask us if
we had a video tape to record it with and we didn't tell her that we
had one. She sounded like she was going to just take a few
measurements and then the doctor was going to come in and do
something else. So I guess that we just thought that the doctor was
going to ask us for it. But he didn't .
Oh well, we did get three pictures though. And look all you want, the
doctor said that he couldn't tell what sex it was, but see if you can.
Oh and if you think that you know, don't tell us, cause we still don't
want to know.
The next doctors visit is April 1. Lets hope that they don't play any tricks on us.
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| 4th Doctor Visit | OK, so a few things have happened since the last update. I have now been
able to feel the babies movements, it feels like Carrie is having a hiccup. The baby kicks so
hard that I can see my hand move up and down. It's funny, we call it a kick but for all we
know he or she could be banging its head in Carries stomach. "They" say that the baby can
hear things from the outside world now so I try and talk to it as often as I can. Last night
Carrie and I were watching a movie and I had my hand on her stomach, cause it was kicking. It
must like watching movies, cause it always moves during them, it must get that from me.
Evidently, I was rather enjoying this strange phenomenon because Carrie started to giggle at
me every time the baby moved. It still surprises me.
We also went and registered at Babies R Us. Now we may have gone a little crazy with the
scanner, considering that we had an eight page print out of all the stuff that we liked. This
place is bad, it has everything from strollers to those little clippy things that clip the babies
pacifier to it's shirt. We did have a lot of fun doing that and evidently it must be a favorite
pastime for other families as well. Carrie and I witnessed an extremely excited Grandmother
who was about to by her new Granddaughter her first pair of tights. So anyway, if you guys
want to know what kind of stuff we want and need, just take a trip to the nearest Babies R Us
to see. I think that you can go to a Toys R Us as well but I'm not just real sure.
The doctors visit was rather uneventful. Carrie had to drink some orange drink so that the
doctors could take a Glucose test. Carrie put up a big stink about how the drink tasted, but
when she was done with the drink she kept turning the glass upside-down to get the very last
drops. When we got to the doctor's office Carrie had to give blood, another thing that she had
a little fear about, but it only took about 2 minutes and did not hurt at all. The person
drawing the blood said "You build it up for a month and that's all that happens," after it was done.
The next doctors visit is April 29.
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| 5th Doctor Visit | OK, not much happened this doctors visit, I think from here on out that you
should just assume that the same 'ol thing happens every time. We walk in, they check
Carries weight and other things, we get to hear the heart beat, which actually is always
exciting for me, and we get to ask some questions. About the funniest thing that happened
was when the doc went to put the jelly on the heart monitor thingy, the top fell off and jelly
went everywhere. I told her that it was like when you go to a restaurant and some idiot
loosens the lid on the salt shaker, we've all had that happen to us.
Of course we did start to ask some questions this time, which before we just sat there like a
couple of deer caught in headlights. "Oh no, what is that coming near us? A BABY!" We asked
questions like, "Are we poking the babies eye out when we poke at Carrie's belly?," "We have
to take it home?," and "Just how do you hold on to a wet baby?" The doctor just smiled at us
and told us that most of our questions would be handled in our Child Birthing Class. Great, so
that's were you get the instructions on how to care for and raise a baby from zero to 18 years.
Mom, Dad, I don't know how you did it.
Right now, with Mother's Day upon us, I would like to say a few things about Moms. Granted, I
don't know what it is like to be a mother and never will, but I have for the past few months
watched a beautiful young woman start to become a mother. I have tried to put myself in her
place with all the fears and anxieties, but the only ones that I can understand are the ones
about being a parent and having a health baby. I've tried to have Carrie explain to me what the
baby feels like when it roles, punches and kicks from the inside, but those sensations I will
never know. It is truly a special event that I have been witness to, and I find myself in awe of
it. The bond that mothers have with their children must be powerful enough to move
mountains. So, I would just like to say to all the mothers that I know, but especially to my
own and the one I see blossoming in front of me, you are very special people and I love you
very much.
Next Doctor Visit is May 20. 11 weeks to go.
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| Latest News | Ok, ok, so it has been a long time since I have updated the web page, I am
so sorry for that, but here it is the latest news.
Carrie and I did our birthing class over the past few weekends. People have asked, "What on
earth is a 'birthing class'?" Some people have called it Lamaze, but basically it is just to
inform soon to be parents of what might happen during pregnancy. Of course they always
stress, "All births are different" and my favorite "There is no wrong way to have a baby." I
don't know why I thought that was so funny, but it was at the time. So after the class am I a
scholar on child birth? Well, I know the difference between effacement and dilation, three
different breathing techniques and how to stop Carrie from jumping out of the bed and leaving
in those oh so attractive hospital gowns. At least I think that barring the door is the way to
keep her in the hospital anyway
Well, Carrie has been having what seem to be contractions. During the last doctor's visit and
at the child birthing class, they told us to watch out for more frequent Braxton Hicks
contractions. These things are supposed to be just on Carrie's tummy, and they are not
supposed to hurt. Well, Carrie started feeling her stomach tightening up every once in a
while, except that when it did it started to hurt a little bit. The pain would not last long, but
it would be down at the bottom of her tummy and it would go all the way around to her back.
She described this to the doctor on the last visit, and she said that what Carrie was
describing were real contractions. This of course is not the news that Carrie wanted to hear,
but everyone that we have talked to has said that the more work her body does now, the
easier it will be during delivery. Yeah, well what do they know.
The only other thing that has happened is that one afternoon Carrie called me from work to
inform me that she was not feeling too good. She said that she felt dizzy all of a sudden and
sick to her stomach. I told her to call the Doctor, and see what they say and that I would
come and get her if she needed me too. She called the Doctor and they asked her to come on in,
so I rushed to get her. I took her to the Doctor, and they said that sometimes with the baby
pushing down so hard that it can restrict your blood flow and cause you to feel light headed
which can then cause you to feel sick. Ok, so we go home, but later that night Carrie started
to feel sick to her stomach again and ended up getting sick. This made us feel a little
concerned, but she took the next day off of work, got some good rest and feels just fine now.
OK, Father's Day is actually tomorrow, so I thought that I would say a few things about
fathers since I'm going to be one in about five weeks. Is that right, FIVE WEEKS! Uh oh. I've
been thinking about what kind of father I will be, or rather the kind of father I hope to be. Of
course, being a father is different than being a mother. Mothers have a bond with their
children that is automatic, I mean they've had this little being growing in their stomachs for
nine months. Fathers have to develop a bond with their children, and as we all know, there are
some men out there that just are not up to the challenge. I have had the good fortune to know
some pretty good fathers in my life. Most of my friends have good fathers and some of my
friends have become them. But the best father I know, is my own. I remember when he used
to come home from work I used to run and jump into his arms, and he would give me a big hug.
I don't know why, I just did it cause he was my Dad. Whenever I would fall down and scrape
my knee, he would hold me and rock me in his rocking chair and sing "You are My Sunshine, My
Only Sunshine." When I got older, through many a break up or car wreck, he was always there
with the right words to say. Sometimes, he was even there to give me a swift kick in the rear
when I needed it. He has always allowed me to be myself, and still was able to install many
of his values in me. Even when I make decisions that he does not agree with, he has still
supported me no matter what. Oh, if I could only be half the father my Dad is, I think that I
would be doing pretty well.
I Love You Very Much, Daddy.
Next Doctors Visit, June 21
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| 8th Doctors visit | Any day now, that's what the doctor said. Ya know I just realized that all this time I have been
calling our OB/GYN, "The Doctor." What an incredible thing to live up to "The Doctor," like she's the only one there is or
something. Our doctor does have a name and her name is Dr. Laura Meritt, and she's the one that told us that the baby could
come any day now. After Dr. Merritt told Carrie and I this, Carrie was wondering if we could go ahead and do it now.
Carrie is becoming a little feed up with this whole being pregnant thing, and is ready to be finished. I on the other hand, do
not share this sentiment, but I'm also not the one that is carrying around the extra weight or the one that is being pummeled
from the inside. Dr. Meritt, just wanted us to be prepared, and not to be surprised when Carrie starts labor.
After Dr. Meritt told us this, we thought that it might be a good idea if we did the things that they tell you to. Like pack a
bag, practice your breathing and other things. All we did though was practice our breathing. It was the first time that we
have ever done such a thing, so the evening was filled with giggles and jokes about how awful Carrie will be to me in the
delivery room. I have renewed my interest in reading all about this birthing thing. We have a friend who is also pregnant,
and I spoke with the husband, and he told me that he hadn't read a book since High School, but ever since they got pregnant,
he has read over 10. Some of the things I have read have been pretty general, like "Women goes into labor, and anywhere
from 30 seconds to 48 hours later, the baby will be born." Duh. Others just what you to know that everything you are
feeling is normal. "It's OK when she reaches out and pulls your ears off. She is just being rushed with hormones that are
getting her ready for the act of birthing." Some what to relive their experience through writing and other just what to give
their opinions about things. But the best thing that I read was a quote from a doctor who said, "Ya know, I've never seen
one stay in there."
We are in Dallas this weekend, and the next appointment with Dr. Meritt is June 28th. We are going every week from here
on out. Any day now, huh.
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| 9th Doctors visit | Only about three weeks to go. We had our "ABC's of Childhood Care' class on Monday. This class just informed us of little things that can look kind of weird on your baby, but be completely normal. As my friend Chaz so eloquently said, "Now John, if you have a little boy, when they come out their stuff's all swollen, cause of the hormones. So don't think 'Yea, that,s my boy'." Carrie is really starting to feel the pressures of becoming a Mom soon. She flip flops between wanting the baby to come out and thinking "Oh my God, what have we done?" I'm feeling about the same, except that I start to feel "Ah oh, I'm about to be a father," but then I start to get excited about the prospect.
I held off updating the web page up until now, cause I wanted to wait until all the baby showers were over. I would like to say once more how thankful I am to all of you that gave gifts. I never knew a new child would need so much stuff, but if receiving gifts is a sign of affection, then our baby is well loved by a lot of good people.
Last but definitely not the least. If I have not told you already, Carrie and I have gotten engaged. The big question has been, "When are you guys getting married?" Well, we are going to take our time and decide on a good time for such an event, but it will happen.
Thanks again to everyone. Next Visit with Dr. Meritt is Tuesday, July 6th.
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| 10th and 11th Doctors visits | Well, the last two visits with Dr. Meritt have been rather uneventful. We go in, yadda yadda yadda, Carrie gets an exam, yadda yadda yadda, the doctor tells us that she'll see us next week. Now if all were to go as planned, the baby would be coming this weekend, but as you all know, where Carrie and I are concerned, nothing ever goes as planned.
I have to say that Carrie is really becoming irritated at being pregnant, and no matter how hard I try to tell her that the baby will come when it is ready, she still wants me to do something about it. Now I've heard of lots of different ways to coax the baby out. Everything from taking a drive on a bumpy road to drinking caster oil and jumping off a chair. Carrie thinks that the best way to get the baby to come out is to bribe it out, with all the cute things it has. Of course her most adventurous means of starting the delivery process is for me to break into the hospital and steal some Pitocin. I'm not so sure how good a coach I would be from behind bars. It also seems that we have been getting a lot more calls the last couple of days from friends, just wanting to know how we are doing, and if we have had the baby yet. Like if we had had the baby, we wouldn't be calling everyone and telling them. Anyway, I am confident that the baby will come in due time, even if it isn't its due date.
Ok, below are directions to the hospital and a map.
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Go I-35 South to 183 (Research) West (Right) on 183 to Loop 1 (Mo-Pac) South (Left) on Loop 1 You will cross over the River and then take the next exit, which is FM 2244, Rollingwood, Westlake Take a right at the light onto Bee Caves Rd. It is 1 mile from that intersection to the hospital. The hospitals name is Renaissance Women's Group. It is on the left hand side and real hard to see, cause it is up on a hill and behind some trees, but if you reach a traffic light, you have gone a little too far, so just turn around and you should see it. It's a big white building.
Ph# to the hospital
(512) 339-6626
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Well, for those of you who do not know, Cambrie Janelle Cody, was born on August 3, 1999, at 1:07 in the afternoon. She was 10 pounds even, and 21 1/2 inches long.
We had gone into see Doctor Meritt on Monday the 2nd, just for our normal check-up (we were two weeks overdue at this point). We were disappointed the week before when Doctor Meritt told us that she was not going to induce labor, so Carrie walked in saying that she wasn't leaving without a baby. So, we go through the normal exam, and things are still the same. Dr. Meritt told us to make a decision, either we could induce labor, and try for a natural child birth or go with a C-section.
At this point we already know that Cambrie was big, at least 9 1/2 pounds as of the week before, so Carrie is concerned with natural childbirth. Carrie, with reason, started to lean more towards the idea of a C-section. Dr. Meritt had already stated that she wouldn't make Carrie suffer through a long labor. She said, "if you get to a three and you stop, we'll go ahead with the C-section." Carrie's thinking, well why would I want to suffer through a long drawn out labor, if they're just going to do a C-section anyway.
I, on the other hand, started thinking that childbirth would be this romantic event, with light from the heavens and trumpets in the background. Boy, was I wrong, but I'll get to that later. So I try and lean Carrie towards natural childbirth, saying something like, "I trust nature" and "your body was made for this," or some stupid stuff like that. Needless to say, we sat there for 30 minutes or more trying to figure out how our child was going to be born. Finally, Dr. Meritt came in and helped us tilt the scales. She thought that natural child birth would be the best option. We agreed and she left to see when we could be admitted to have labor induced.
"Come back at 5:00," she tells us. Man you never realize just how unprepared for something you are until it is right on top of you. We had to run to Carrie's work to pick up a few things. While we were there, people started handing her work to do. "Carrie, you need to call this person, or that person." Carrie was about to sit down and start working until her manager came up to tell everyone that we were finally going to have a baby. Then some idiot starts to tell her about the horrible experience that he and his wife had when they went in to be induced. Not the type of story she needed to hear at the time.
So, after many a phone call, we go to the hospital. They get us in our room and strap on the baby monitor. "You're already in labor," says the nurse, "you can't feel that contraction?" Evidently, Carrie had started labor on her own, so they just decided to let her go and see how she did on her own. Some of my family showed up later that evening, but I told them that the doctors didn't plan on doing anything until the morning if things didn't progress. We all tried to get some rest. Yea right. Carrie took a sleeping pill, but it didnąt do anything, just made her feel a little out of it.
In the morning Dr. Meritt arrived, broke Carrie's water, and started to administer Pitocin. Things really started to heat up at this point. Contractions got tougher, and more frequent, but we were a team. We got through each one together. But, about 12 o'clock or so, Carrie decided that the contractions were just a little too much to handle. Probably because she didn't get any rest the night before and she was extremely tired. They gave Carrie a dose of Demerol, and that was the end of our team effort. I was forced to sit on the sideline as I watched the events unfold in front of me.
A little later, Dr. Meritt decided that that is enough, and we got ready to have a C-section. We went to the surgery room and they carted Carrie off to some mysterious place and I got into my little surgical outfit. Nothing glamorous, just some paper cloths and a mask. And I sat and waited ... and waited ... and waited... Finally Dr. Meritt shows up and told me that it wouldnąt be long.
Someone lead me to the surgery room, and there is Carrie lying on a table with a curtain in front of her. At this point I started to cry. I just felt sorry that I had put Carrie through the pain of the night before, and I was wishing that all of it was over. They started to go to work, and I started to talk to Carrie (even though she doesn't remember a thing I said). After a few minutes, I heard Dr. Meritt say "Well hello sweat heart." Then they showed us our little girl, and we heard her cry for the first time. It was the sound of an angel, just like I thought it would be.
She is the most beautiful thing that I have ever laid my eyes on. Sometimes I just look at her and think, "You are just too precious to be real," but then the angel starts crying at 5 in the morning and I know all too well that she is real. I thank the powers that be for bringing her into my life.
I have to say thanks to all the nurses and other staff at the Women's Renaissance Group, for all the care they gave us, but especially to Dr. Meritt, for helping bring Cambrie into this world.
If you want to see some pictures of Cambrie just click here.
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