Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Tornado shopping at Macy's

Tornado shopping is an art. Tornado shopping is when your mom watches your infant while you frantically try to buy clothes that semi-fit you so you can return to work after maternity leave looking the best you possibly can. Yes, this is an art. And exercise. Well, I'm sweaty so I know it's exercise. 

Macys. Shoe department. So many things were odd today. First, I found about eight pairs of shoes that fit. That never happens so I had to play shoe survivor and eliminate the weakest links. Next, a gift card I had was not cooperating so the manager had to get a manager and that took a while.  So I screwed around the store. 

I saw a woman coming up behind me on my rear view vision (is that something you can have ?) and it seemed like she was going to knock into me, so I stepped to the side. She didn't change her course and knocked into a shoe display. Yes. Knocked into the display on the other side of me. Gave me a nasty look and said...

"Sorry, I didn't mean to crowd you."

Please note she was bitchy and sarcastic. 

What?   Didn't know Macys had a tequila section. She was drunk. At 4:30p. 

I weeded through the shoe wreckage back to check on my gift card progress and waited patiently. I noticed another woman maybe in her 70s pointing at me, motioning at me. In looked behind me. She kept at it. 

Me?

"Yeah, can you get me these in a size 6?"  "Uh, I'm sorry, I don't work here."  "Oh, well can you get me someone who does then!!"

What?

Manager of the manager was still on the phone and overheard the entire exchange. He was a very well groomed gentleman in his 20s.  He sort of smiled at me and I commented that you think I'd be dressed nicer if I were an associate ( running shorts and bandana clad).  He just rolled his eyes and said...

"You'd be surprised."

Not today, my friend. 

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

The Birth Story

I have been writing this in increments over the last 11 weeks.  It might not make a lot of sense or be in the most chronicligal order, but I just need to get I written and I am already forgetting some of the details...which I don't want to forget.  Please forgive typos. 

Taylor's arrival

I had a scheduled C-section on a Thursdy morning (for brevity sake, let's skip a lot of that).  The night before we went to the Clauddaugh IRisth pub for dinner.  THe site of our first date.  Where it all began.  We had a great dinner and drinks (just kidding!), but we did have a nice dinner and it almost felt like the night before vacation.  We had so much in front of us.

People kept telling me I wouldn't be able to sleep that night.  It felt like the night before Christmas and also like the night before Christmas, I was excited but also exhausted so I was able to sleep.  Thank the Lord.

We got up early and headed into the hospital.  It was still dark.

Checked into labor and delivery.  Someone complimented me on my hair.  Yes.

Getting prepped was so weird, so surreal.  I;ve had surgery before, but this kind of surgery would yield a baby, a human being, our baby!  The nurses always got excited when they found out we didnt' know the sex of our little baby.  IT was just an hour away!  ONLY AN HOUR!  So I was chattier than usual as they prepped me.  IVs, shaving (I made an inappropriate sex and the city Samantha joke then), random questions (think 5 year old, what's this, whats that??) and my supportive, silent husband just sat in the chair next to me.  God bless him.  I am sure he was nervous too, but good thing he internalizes and let's me do the talking.  Good lord.

So we waited.  And I talked.  And a little more waiting.  And I sweated.

Finally after what seemed like forever they took us into surgery prep.  And we waited.  And I asked more questions.  I stared at the clock. The doc came in.  The anesticans came in.  I asked more questions.  Cracked some jokes.  Stared at the clock.  I realized I was starving.  And so thirsty.  It was 7:55am.  Surgery scheduled for 8am.  I wondered if my parents and in-laws were already there?  I knew they were.

Ok - nurse told me.  We are ready.  So I walked into the surgery room.  Actually walked.  I felt like I was dancing.  I was so nervous/excited.  Danny was right there with me.  The nurses were so upbeat and nice.  They loved that we didn't know what we were having.  One nurse actually spun Danny around 3 times (think pin the tail on the donkey) and had him pick a chair to sit down on.  Right or left.  He picked left (or was it right?)  Either way....it was the boy chair.  BOY!  They all yelled.  This chair is 99% accurate they said. 

The surgery/birthing room was what I thought it would be.  But we didn't see one of these on my hospital tour so naturally I had some questions that I asked in rapid fire.  I was nervous - did I mention that?  Also sweating.  So sweaty.  I remember that.  I hopped up (as if someone huge and pregnant can hop) on to the table and the team got started. 

Nurses and doctors talk in acronymns.  I didn't understand most of what they were saying but my OB was there and was reassureing.  The anestitians were incredible.  They started my spinal block and it was relatively painless.  Just a little poke.  Then the testing stared.  Can you feel this?  Can you feel this?  So odd.  Knowing what was going to happen.  Not taking out a spleen, a kidney, or a bone.  BUT A BABY!

I just kept making jokes.  "Hey guys, free tacos for life at the Sundown Cantina if you give me liposuctiuon after this!" They laughed.  I wasn't kidding.  Why can't they do that?  "Hey guys, got any adamantum on that tray?"  The one male anestithian got that one.  YES!  However, no lipo and no regenrattion abilities.  :(

Someone said, she's ready and then I smelled burning.  It was the grossest smell.  I knew what was happening.  I had lasik eye surgery last year.  I was awake for it and the pressure and smells were scary and discugusting.  Multiply that times - well - a inity.  The PUSHING, PULLING, TUGGING was so, I don't know .  I don't really have a word for it.  It was gross.  Uncomfrotagble, but none of it mattered, buecause a baby was on the other end of it.  I was just so nervous and I only cared that she was ok.  Well I still didnt' know she was a she.  I also heard them counting on each side of me.  1, 1.  2, 2.  3, 3.  Danny said later he saw the floor and it was full of bloody rags.  They were counting the rags to make sure they didn't leave one inside.  The counting was almost calming.  I just did my breating and meditation along with it.

THey just kept asking me if I felt ok.  I said I did.  But I felt so weord. LIke my organs were up in my throat.  But I guess they were on the table next to me.  Surgery started at 8am, at 8:16am, we heard the sweetest noise in the world......

A baby cry.  Not just any cry, our baby.  "IT'S A GIRL!!!!  A GIRL!!!!"  They yelled, and cheered and clapped.  She was crying, a loud lusty cry so I knew she was ok.  The sound of her cry was incredible.  One moment inside and the next, into the world.  LET ME SEE HER!!!!!

They brought her to me and I was just so relived.  So relived.  She's here!  She's ok!  I gave her a kiss and said a thank you to God and was happy.  So happy.   She's beautiful.  She's here!  Thank God.  Thank you!


The team needed to clean her off so Danny went with her.   All of a sudden I felt sick.  So sick like I was going to vomit and they could tell because I prpbablly looked bad and there were no more jokes.  But no actual throwing up.  Just heaving.  With my insides on the outside.  So gross.  THis would be another good place for that word that I cannot think of. 

The stitching up took longer thatn the "birth."  I was distracted though because I could hear my sweetheart baby crying in the next room.  Danny kept coming over to check on me and tell me how she was doing.  We did it!  She's here.  Wow. 

The next thing I knew I was being transferred to a transport bed and wheeled off to the recovery room.  In my arms, was my perfect, beautiful baby.  Ready to meet the world.  And her anxious grandparents. 

I have always believed in God, but now, here in my arms, is proof of God's love. Her name is Taylor Noelle Tankoos, born on May 15, 2014 at 8:16am.  Thank you.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Dressing room

This is how babies try on clothes. Her little feet sticking out at the bottom kill me!


Thursday, July 24, 2014

Tales from the crib

Look at this baby. 2 months old and she's already getting herself sideways and completely unswaddled.  Peepster!

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Hey Jeffrey!

Salad plate for a little dinner a few nights ago. Ina Garten would have been proud (and would have eaten it on the veranda with Jeffrey). 

TNT - 2 Month update

It's been 2 months since this little angel appeared into our lives and every day I thank God for her.  Yesterday we visited the doc and I thought you would just love to know how she is doing!

Stats:
23 inches / 75th percentile
11 lbs. 14.5 oz / 80th percentile
15 in. (head) / 50th percentile

Poor little TNT had to get her 2 month shots yesterday also, and she took it like a champ (proud parent moment).  But the look on her little face was heartbreaking as she was getting the immunizations.  It took her a second to realize what was happening and then....silent cry, red face!! She recovered well though and was a good baby the rest of the day.  24 hours later, still no fever and she slept decent through the night.

Bandaids on the legs AWWWW!!!!


2 Month photo shoot!  How do people get such great photos?  She does not care about posing...(still cute though).






Baptism Day - Holy TNT!











 
 

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

It's not right

Sitting in the Tilted Kilt at Fallen Timbers. Watching men watch the waitstaff. Amusing/disturbing.  

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

video

TNT 7 week update

Hopefully everyone had a great 4th! Here are some TNT updates for you!

Favorite recent pic. That face! This was after bathtime....which she does not exactly love but is clearly happy after. With all that hair, she needs a bath often!

How's she eating you might ask? LIKE A CHAMP. She loves to eat and really gets down on it. She spits up a lot too. Which is fun (aka disgusting) but when you are a new mom, everything your baby does is cute. Even spit up. Dirty diapers are debatable. Feeding/nursing post later. Or maybe not at all. Sigh.

How is she sleeping you are wondering? Pretty well for a 7 week old! She has sleepy times and fussy times like a normal baby (I feel like I have those times as well) and usually now she can sleep from 11p-7a with only waking once at night to feed. She usually goes back to sleep at night. Usually. We are sleeping a bit more too but still not that much. What's that you say? I forgot to add soap to the dishwasher again? Standard.

Is she a good baby? This is a favorite question from the masses. I always say yes, but I have no comparison. But I can tell you I love her so much that I sing silly songs, talk in a weird voice and already have a million nicknames for her. Never thought I would do any of that. But here I am....listening to Baby Einstein pandora and loving it.


See? Don't you just love her?

I still want to tell you more about the birth but I need a laptop. More on that later. Thanks for sticking with me as my posts have been sporadic, but I'm busy with the best job I've ever had.


Just in case you need to hear what our squeaky pig (aka the peepster, peepers, or baby pie) sounds like...here she is;

 

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Thursday, June 26, 2014

There is so much to write about and so much to tell you all but I have a minute so I'll just be brief.

TNT is 6 weeks today ! How does it go so fast? She is the most amazing thing and I don't think I've ever learned so much so fast (or done so much laundry). Love you baby!

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Wishing DT a very happy first Father's Day! Xoxox


Happy Father's Day to MY Dad, the one, the only (grandpa) Mustache!

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Happy Birthday DT!! To an incredible husband and now, father. We love you- een and Taylor.

TNT will be 3 weeks old on Thursday. She is so adorable and we are getting the hang of it!! Thanks to everyone for your love and support. If I haven't returned your call...I will ...I promise!!!! Until then, we are busy with this little bundle.....




Friday, May 23, 2014

We made it through week one with this precious angel! Happy Memorial Day weekend!

Tuesday, May 20, 2014