Saturday, May 31, 2008
More Baby Pics
Ashley is still pretty tired and recoverying, but I promise she'll post in the next day or so and then you wont have to hear from me anymore. Both Caden and Ashley are doing great. I think we will be discharged Sunday morning. It will be nice to get back home and be able to have Caden in our own environment. Although it is kind of scary not having nurses and doctors around. But we have the next best thing around: my mom. She is always willing to give advice (even when it is not needed or asked for)! I'm just about cought up on sleep; I'm at least to the point that I can function (Caden's birth was from about 6pm to 8am, so we didn't get any sleep that night). But everything is good and we appreciate all your thoughts and comments. Enjoy the pictures . . . or not.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Introducing (for real) . . .
. . . Caden Bryan Paul Phipps. So after a whole night of labor and no sleep our little boy finally came. Ashley did such a great job, especially considering her epideral stopped working about half-way through. He weighed in at 7.0 pounds and 18.5 inches long and was born at 8:15am. When Ashley starts feeling better I'm sure she'll give you all the details, but here are some pictures to tide you over.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Welcome to Room 22
So after some crazy Sacramento traffic we finally made it to labor and delivery. We have a really nice nurse named Tami who is taking great care of us. After arriving we received the second greatest news of the day: We are in the hospital's biggest delivery room. This thing is huge. I'm guessing about 35ft by 30ft!
The amenities are pretty sweet too: valet parking, wireless internet, strawberry cheesecake frozen yogurt (for me, not Ashley; she just gets ice chips for the time being). I'm thinking about scheduling our next vacation here. I found a USB cord, so I'll put some pictures up and keep everyone updated.
Bryan out!
Bryan out!
Life Sentence of Pregnancy.
The latest up-date:
It has been quite the week of ups and downs for us. It's been very hard for me having the original mind set of not going past the 24th to where I am now. Yesterday we went to our appt. fully expecting to be induced last night. The doctor said we would be--we believed him. Plus the fact he knew our insurance from my work will run out May 31st made us pretty confident that he would take compassion on us (since again he said he would never let it get that far). Last night his compassion ended with "you can always spend $1,500 and get Cobra insurance; it's not really my problem." Apparently doctors forget what it is like to be starving students that spent the last year planning exactly how they would make this all work. They can't fathom how we stretch that amount of money that they probably throw into their monthly Ranger Rover payment.
It was a huge disappointment when they sent us home telling us that although it wasn't looking good to call in the morning. After crying for so long my head hurt Bryan pointed out that it wasn't doing us any good to be mad and that we needed to just place our faith in Heavenly Father. So listening to my wise husband that's what we have done. Today again we called like directed and after two calls were told that they planned to get us in by 4 o'clock today. She even went as far as to give me instructions on what to do through out the day. I was over joyed to hear this news! But when 3:30 rolled around and they hadn't called like they promised I started to worry and call them. Actually Bryan forced me to because I hate taking initiative. Now again they are saying that it doesn't look good which leaves us with two options:
1. Go into labor naturally so we actually have my good insurance. (If this were actually an option I would have done it a long time ago).
2. Be induced Monday when I am 10 days over due and my insurance no longer covers us.
I feel like the high school girl friend sitting next to the phone praying it rings, double checking every 2 minutes to make sure the battery isn't too low or that the ringer didn't somehow get turned off. MONDAY?!? I seriously have my doubts that I will be alive by then. But once again...what can you do but have faith that it will all work out in the end.
It has been quite the week of ups and downs for us. It's been very hard for me having the original mind set of not going past the 24th to where I am now. Yesterday we went to our appt. fully expecting to be induced last night. The doctor said we would be--we believed him. Plus the fact he knew our insurance from my work will run out May 31st made us pretty confident that he would take compassion on us (since again he said he would never let it get that far). Last night his compassion ended with "you can always spend $1,500 and get Cobra insurance; it's not really my problem." Apparently doctors forget what it is like to be starving students that spent the last year planning exactly how they would make this all work. They can't fathom how we stretch that amount of money that they probably throw into their monthly Ranger Rover payment.
It was a huge disappointment when they sent us home telling us that although it wasn't looking good to call in the morning. After crying for so long my head hurt Bryan pointed out that it wasn't doing us any good to be mad and that we needed to just place our faith in Heavenly Father. So listening to my wise husband that's what we have done. Today again we called like directed and after two calls were told that they planned to get us in by 4 o'clock today. She even went as far as to give me instructions on what to do through out the day. I was over joyed to hear this news! But when 3:30 rolled around and they hadn't called like they promised I started to worry and call them. Actually Bryan forced me to because I hate taking initiative. Now again they are saying that it doesn't look good which leaves us with two options:
1. Go into labor naturally so we actually have my good insurance. (If this were actually an option I would have done it a long time ago).
2. Be induced Monday when I am 10 days over due and my insurance no longer covers us.
I feel like the high school girl friend sitting next to the phone praying it rings, double checking every 2 minutes to make sure the battery isn't too low or that the ringer didn't somehow get turned off. MONDAY?!? I seriously have my doubts that I will be alive by then. But once again...what can you do but have faith that it will all work out in the end.
And Now Introducing . . .
. . . a guest-poster to the blog: Bryan. Sorry to tease you with the post title, but no baby yet. I'll let Ashley give everyone the details of the drama of the past five days; afterall, she is the drama queen. But the latest word is that Ashley might be induced this afternoon at four (Pacific Time). It isn't a for sure because I guess they have to keep beds open for people who are in real labor or some crap like that. Whatev! We did get to have another sonogram of the baby yesterday, though. Since he is five days overdue he is a little big for his age. In this shot I think he is trying to break Ashley's water.
I'll keep you all posted on the happenings.
Hopefully until later this afternoon, Bryan.
I'll keep you all posted on the happenings.Hopefully until later this afternoon, Bryan.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
D-Day Belly
Our last nine months:
It's my first time through this so I'm allowed to make a big deal of it, right?!? :) 
Our prayers were answered!!!
Positive Test=Tears of Joy!
One of the happiest days of our lives: having our first ultra sound at 7 weeks and seeing the babies heart beat! I will never, ever forget this day!
14 weeks: I remember looking in the mirror thinking...I look so pregnant; this is so cool. HA! Little did I know of what was to come.
16 weeks: I started feeling the baby move this week and it was the most incredible feeling in the world. It still amazes me.
20 weeks: Half way there and still sick as a dog!
24 weeks: Finally feeling good!
Happy Valentine's Day Belly
28 weeks
32 weeks
34 weeks
36 weeks: Heading to Cali; Praying for no delivery in Nevada.
38 weeks: Thinking delivery in Nevada wouldn't have been so bad. :) Only kidding.
40 weeks: The Due Date Belly. Almost there! (Pretty sure I doubled in size this last month!!)
Our prayers were answered!!!Positive Test=Tears of Joy!
One of the happiest days of our lives: having our first ultra sound at 7 weeks and seeing the babies heart beat! I will never, ever forget this day! 14 weeks: I remember looking in the mirror thinking...I look so pregnant; this is so cool. HA! Little did I know of what was to come.16 weeks: I started feeling the baby move this week and it was the most incredible feeling in the world. It still amazes me. 20 weeks: Half way there and still sick as a dog!24 weeks: Finally feeling good! Happy Valentine's Day Belly28 weeks32 weeks34 weeks36 weeks: Heading to Cali; Praying for no delivery in Nevada.38 weeks: Thinking delivery in Nevada wouldn't have been so bad. :) Only kidding.40 weeks: The Due Date Belly. Almost there! (Pretty sure I doubled in size this last month!!)
This has been the most amazing journey of my life. Although some parts of it have been difficult--(I don't think a day has gone by where I haven't worried about something)--every part has been worth it. I thank Heavenly Father every night that he blessed us with this miracle. I just cannot wait to meet this little boy that I've spent every second of the last nine months with.
My contractions are still getting closer together--so we are hoping we have some news to share with you all soon! We'll definitely keep you posted...well probably Bryan...so I'm guessing you should get ready to laugh. Thank you so much for your messages, thoughts, and prayers! I have the best friends!!!
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