*The Pac-Man Has Arrived!* (birth-jan.19)

Paxton Cone Head Talley Big Foot Lewis
Date: November 27, 2005
Time: 8:46pm
Weight: 6lbs. 7oz.
Length: 18.5in.

On November 26th I started leaking water when I would stand up but I wasn't having any contractions so I called the hospital and they told me to come in if I thought that my water had broke, but I wasn't sure that's what was happening so we just decided to go in the next morning. I called my mom to let her know and she came over to stay the night and go with us to the hospital. Drew and I were up around 5am and out the door by 5:15, I was still leaking water and not having contractions but we were both so full of excitement we couldn't sleep thinking about what they would say at the hospital. When we got there we were put into a labor room and I thought, Cool, this is it.
The nurse used a small strip that would turn blue if the fluid coming out indicated that my water had ruptured. It had, so they started to hook me up and they wanted to poke me for an I V and take blood but I asked the nurse if she could wait until the game started (Chargers and ?) She acted like I was waisting her time but she left. When she came back and started to tie my arm to take blood I asked what it was being drawn for. The young, pretty, hespanic nurse said, "I have to take it for type and blood count." I said, Well I'm A+ and I'm fine with my count. "Well I have to take it to verify the type and the count.." -No, you don't. My blood type never changes and I am healthy. I'm not going to let you poke me for the fun. She was pissed and went to get the nurse thinking that she could change my mind. While the blood sucker was gone mom looked at my file and saw that they already had my blood type. Stupid vampire. NO, you may not take blood untill you have a better reason. She didn't.
I was given potocin after kick-off to start the contractions. I don't think I caught much of the game after that. Drew was Awesome! I didn't think that I would use the lamaz shit, but it worked only because Drew was my coach. I refused the epidural the first time it was offered because I was more scared of that thing going into my spine then I was of the pain from the contractions. Jim came to the hospital. The nurse came in and offered a pain killer, SURE. Stadol: the Ice Box drug. This brian killer made my head feel like an ice box and my brian was on ice; only the bottom half of my brian was cold. It also eased the contractions. I was in and out and I don't remember much. A fetal moniter was inserted and attached to the top of Pac's head to get a better reading of his heart beat. My friend Jamie showed up and had no idea that she would be holding my right leg in the air during the contractions that were right on top of each other and almost unbareable. She did a great job, a true friend. I was given an oxygen mask and mom kept me cool. When the contractions got too hard again I asked for more Stadol. After a while and worsening contractions I was reminded that I could still have that epidural but that I would have to give up my blood to make sure that me and the baby were ok. At that point the large needle in my spine and arm didn't seem so bad anymore. I hardly felt it. Everything from my waist down was gone and the rest of my body got cold.
About 12 hours into the labor, and less than an hour after the epidural, I was listening to Paxton's heart beat on top of mine and realized that they were the same. I listened for a few seconds. It was down from the 130's to the 70's . I told Drew to get the nurse. She came in and asked me to roll on my left side and his heart rate went back up and the nurse said that maybe he was on his ambilical cord and she watched for a minute more before she said that she was going to have the doctor who was on call for Dr. Arora to come in and see me. While we were alone we disscused the possibility of a C section. Dr. Chung came in and said that Paxton wasn't reacting well to the potocin and that we should consider the possiblilties. This man was hevean sent. He spoke of all the pros and cons of both vaginal and c-section and never once told me what I Had to do. I asked him, "What do you suggest?" he simply said that I should think about both. "So you suggest that I think about it?" I was amazed that he wasn't telling me what to do; not ordering me to do what he wanted and not ingnorant to my feelings. Drew and I were left alone while we talked about it, although we both knew that if he was having troubles now that he might get worse when he got into the birth canal. We got preped for the c-section.
I was wheeled into a small, white, octagon room and I was alone,(there were a few nurses) keep in mind I was still doped up. I kept asking were Drew was and when he could come in. I was teriffied. There were three masked nurses in matching light blue cover-alls, busy with whatever and they said that he would be in as soon as he was preped and dressed. I was shaking, cold and scared, so someone put a warm blanket on me, but no Drew. One nurse asked me to move from the bed I was on to the operating table... I can't, my lower half is gone. She suggested that I move one leg at a time...now, I was really tired of poeple in the Medical profession acting so "Mentally Handicaped!" They finally started to push and pull me to the table and I was nailed to the cross, but no Drew. I asked over and over where he was and when he would be there. I got the same answer everytime, when he is prepped and dressed. The nurses started to numb my belly. I nurvously said, "now, we're going to do the bikinni cut, right? Because I worked damn hard to not get any stretch marks." No one laughed. Where's Drew? They poked to see if I was numb, but I could still feel them on the right side. Drew? "He can't come in if you don't get numb, because we will have to put you under." An alarm went off in my head. "Just Wait!" I willed my belly to disappear. Poke. "It is almost gone, just wait a few more seconds." He said that when the nurse came out into the hall and called for "Drew," that's when he knew I needed him. He sat on my right side and watched the whole thing. At first I remember asking for details, but I was in and out too much to hear any of it. I remember saying, "That was the placenta, God that felt Good." The operation, it's self, only took about 15 minutes. "Why isn't he crying?" Drew said that he was fine and came back over to me to see that I was ok. I told him, I'm fine go be with your boy, I love you.

I heard Paxton cry and turned my head to see, but I couldn't. 14 staples on the outside and more stitches on the inside and I was in a large hallway for a very long time, in and out of my head. I was then in the recovery room, Drew was next to me and I asked where mom was, she was out getting food... ten minutes later, "where's mom?...Getting food. Is Paxton ok?" He was good and I could see him in a few hours. I'm told that I was very out of it and kept asking the same questions. :) Three hours later I got to hold him for the first time and I didn't let go for about four hours. Drew got kicked out of the hospital around 4 in the morning and Paxton went back to the nursery. That night I was given more potocin to help my uterus shink. I was thinking, I already had that baby, why am I having contractions?! I was given morphine and I went to sleep for a while.

ROSE MARY'S BABY.

The next night a woman named Rose Mary became my roommate. She had a c section also, and after the long hours of that process she came into the room where her sister, who had been crying, was waiting for her. In this room there was only a sheet between our recovery domain, so we heard everything as soon as she did. Drew and I were laying in my bed with Paxton, like sardines when Rosie found out that her baby had been born with some deformities. Mattew was born with what is crudely known as Lobster Claw and was having a very hard time breathing. One of Mattew's arms was shorter than the other and had only two fingers, the other arm was normal length but only had three fingers. I looked at the tiny human in my arms and sent up a prayer and a thank you as we balled our eyes out. I was amazed at how positive RoseMary was. Her sister tolder her that Mattew looked like her other son( about one year old,) whom, I found out later, was so damn cute and silly. RoseMary said that that made things better and I think it gave her strength. We all cried together; RoseMary and her sister, talking between sobs and Drew and I, as silently as possible. Rosie got to see her new son very briefly before he was taken to another hospital for better treatment. This little Mattew was a fighter, he was screaming and pulling the things out of his nose, he made me think about life in a different way. RoseMary talked about how he would be a runner and how she had been in love with a guy in school that had no arms.. everything that came out of her mouth was so positive, she made me love her. The next morning when the nurse brought Paxton back to me I felt so terrible- I had my baby and she couldn't, so I asked her if she wanted to feed him while the nurse took my vitals, she did and I think it made her feel good. I regret not getting a picture of this woman who made my stay at the hospital something to remember and cherish. Good Luck, Rosie.

GROW WITH ME

Three days after sergery I was home sick and got the doctor to let me go home. And life began. You know, I really don't mind getting up three times at night with him. I kind of enjoy it... let's see how long that lasts. The first night we were home I was going to sleep in the livingroom (I wasn't comfortable sleeping flat and our couches recline) and let Paxton sleep in the carrier but Drew quickly suggested that we use the hamper as a bassinett, it worked great and we still use it because he is easy to keep by the bed now and he is so tiny in his crib. Right now I let Drew sleep because he works for us, but he is so helpful when I ask him to get up now and then to get a new onesie or more wipes. And Paxton has a hard time going back and forth from the bottle and nipple- when he finally takes the bottle he can't get a handle on the boob. Drew said(confidetialy) that he wished that he could do something to make it possible for him to feed the kid. I really don't think that that meant that he wants engorged boobs, but that he wants the bond and he wants to help. Although a few poeple think we did it backwards, we are going to get married next- I can't wait! And how can anything be backwards if you start with a shit load of love?? 'Cause baby, we got it!

Who does Paxton look like? Remind you of anyone? When he was born he looked just like Drew, but now he looks more and more like momma.

December 8, 2005

Today I went to the doctor's and Pax now weighs 7lbs 6oz and has stretched to 20in. What was left of his ambilical cord fell out and he has an "Inny." Also, a few days ago I got my staples out.

Almost everyone came over last sunday to see this crazy kid. But he missed his Papa Talley, Great Granny and Great Aunts and Uncles.

P.s. Daddy Drew got his first double dose, peed and pooped on, while changing the latest diaper. Woo hoo!

December 10, 2005 Oh, Mr. Smiley!

We finaly got some pictures of this great smile, and just to let you know, it took forever. It is well worth it! What a silly sleeper.

December 12, 2005 Happy Birthday Rylea

Drew's niece, Rylea was born this morning and she is doing great, looks just like her big brother. 6lbs 15oz And 19.5in.

Paxton got his first bath today and his ass was stinky! Really though, his last few poops have started to stink... Drew, poopy diaper!

And all my poor plants have died. This little man is a bigger and better distraction.

December 22, 2005

These past few weeks have been very different from the first week. Paxton only slept and ate and shit and even slept while he was eating sometimes. Now he is awake a lot longer in between feedings and is learning very fast what he has to do to get his way. When he is tiered of everyone (including Drew) holding him he starts to open his mouth and fuss so that I take him and as soon as he gets the tit he is passed out. Yesterday we went to the doctor's for Paxton's check up and he now weighs 8lbs and 12oz! He is such a chunkey little munkey and he is growing up too fast. About a week ago Paxton was laying on my chest and pulled his head up, I couldn't believe it. He is so strong. And the other day when we were laying on the bed he was on his tummy and wanted to be on his back, he was talking the entire time and pushed one arm under his chest and then kicked his legs and flipped over! I was so excited I called my dad and Drew and my mom. He has been pushing with his legs when we lay on the bed, he moves up gruntting the whole time. He will be all over the place in no time. He is so verbal, he talks to his dad while he changes him and tells me how much he doesn't like to be burped and then how good it feels after he does. He has also started to laugh in his sleep, alittle squeek and a big smile.

Last weekend Paxton and I were at my mom's house when she found our baby books and in her's was this picture of her when she was about a month. It is Pac-Man in a Dress! Same smile too! It is so weird, but so cool.

The coolest thing is that he has only been waking up once a night since the 16th. That night I was up and down checking on him, I woke up Drew and asked him if he thought I should wake Paxton up, not if he's ok, let him sleep. Oh, But what is even cooler is the trick we learned to get him to sleep when he is fussy but feed and clean... the Hair Blow Dryer! a minute or less and he is passed out. He is such a good baby and so easy to calm. When he opens his left eye to look around Drew calls him a pirate, but when it is his right eye he looks like Mr. Miogi. We have so much fun with him. We have a green and blue strand of xmas lights hanging over the bed, which Paxton loves and there are two red lights in the whole thing that he has picked out and stares at. He loves Jonny Cash and Billie Holiday! Drew made him a slow jams CD that we listen to while I make dinner and he just sits there and watches me move back and forth cooking in our brand new toaster oven! Yeah, our oven has never worked so we have a little toaster oven, well Drew's Grandma in Illinois bought us a new one for xmas, Thank you!*

Merry Christmas everybody, We Love you.

For those of you how like a good nasty picture, check out the ones of my staples and scar. Soon, when Pax gets off the boob, there will be a floral tattoo coming out of that scar.

December 24, 2005 NEW PICTURES
Drew is such a sweet dad. Look at this belly.
Paxton is getting so big, I love all his chunck~

Where You Goin', boy?

He talks and grunts all the time.

He has a birth mark on his left shoulder, a little red splotch. If anyone in our family has anything similar, Let me know. V (come to find out, I had one on my back when I was a newbe.)

Christmas vegie dinner at Cris and Walt's with Grandpa Lewis, Grandma and Grandpa Lutz (who loves Mel's eggnog!!) Mel and Peanut. On the christmas tree and the reath on the door there are doll parts, a head here and a leg there.

day after Xmas dinner at mom and Jim's with Nick and Tiff, Toph, Ben and Paul.

December 29, 2005

We hope everyone had an awesome Christmas! We did. We all received a lot of great gifts. Pax is now the coolest "Biker baby"(He looks great in black.) with a Harley-Davidson diaper bag and his new best friend is Jack the skeleton. His most used gift is the swing that Mamoo got him, He loves it. I got a crock-pot that I can't wait to start using and Drew got a Strug Out t-shirt along with other great presents. But my favorite present came a few days before xmas, Drew got Paxton to take the bottle of brest milk. Which means come January 17th I can pump and go celebrate my 21st! Thank you, Hunny.

I have learned from my Aunt Debra that the scar from Paxton's birth won't be too visible soon, so scratch the tattoo idea- Well, not compleatly, just in that area.

Paxton gets bigger each day, his hair is getting lighter and his eyes, we think, are going to stay blue. He has started to focus on faces and look into your eyes. He smiles now while he is awake. It is the biggest "I love you" without words.

When I get my camera out of the car I will post some new pictures.

HAPPY NEW YEARS January 2, 2006
We had so much fun. My mom took Paxton for the night. This was the first time I had ever been away from him and it was so hard. I walked out the door, leaving Pax in my mom's arms and I cried. We got down the road and I called to make sure everything was ok. We got to the end of the road too fast and I felt like turning around and not even going. Drew talked me out of it and said that everything would be fine, my mom knows what she is doing and she is a good at it. So Drew and I went over to Chris and Jamie's. I took a bottle of wine but no corkscrew.

Chris, being the handy man that he is, used a drill to get the cork out. Unfortunatly it didn't work too well, but after awhile he got the cork through, only to the wrong side, and I had my glass of wine (with a little chunk.) We played alcoholic Candy Land and Scrable and around 11 o'cklock my best words were GO and TOE. I talked to my mom around that time when Paxton should be eating and everything was good. We had to start another game so we all played Risk untill 12am Happy New Year. I talked to mom again a 2 something before we went to bed. The next morning before the alarm clock went off I woke up in such pain, my boobs hurt so bad from not feeding Paxton. We got up and when we finaly got to my mom's place I was so happy to see him, I hardly let him down the rest of the day. Drew, Paxton and I went out for brakefast then went home to spend the day laying in bed and watching football. There was 1 message on the answering machine. It was from 9pm. " HAPPYYY NEEW YEARS!*!*! I'm callin you nooww....cuase i'm ganna be.. too drunker.. later.....ILOVE YOU GUYS!!!.....I LOVE YOU,PAXTON!!!............... bye."Toph had a great new year and we keep playing it over and over, it is so hilarious! Today we have some crazy weather to start the New Year with. It was a major wind and sand storm this morning then the rain came with a little rainbow. It is still awesomely cloudy and rainy. Time for some brownies.

Paxton took a shower with his dad today and he was enjoying it and was so realaxed that he almost passed out.

January 12, 2005

My dad and Rosie are on their way to California! We are beyond excited now. My house was a mess so I had been cleaning, but now I really need to update this thing. Pax probably weighs more than 10lbs now and is around--shit, maybe 30in. He is so sweet, when he eats the boob, he hums and fingers the rolls on my side. What's not to love. Tuesday My mom and I were at a resterant, Paxton was layed up on the table and my mom was playing with him- moving his arms stright out (in a "t") and then back to his chest, singing a silly, no-name tune and Pax smiled at her. This was the first time he had smiled AT something. That afternoon when Drew got home I was telling him about it and moving Pax like my mom did and to both of our amazment, he smiled again, it was so damn cute. Yeaterday I was taking pictures of Paxton sleeping with his dad and when I looked back through the pictures I noticed that Pax was flashing his own sign!(Paxton means state of peace.) He's the coolest. Last night Drew and I went to the movies to see Grandma's Boy (great Cheech and Chong humor once you get past the first half of the movie) and Pax stayed to watch the Lakers with Grandpa Jim and Gramecca. Wow, she is going to hate that that name is on here! We were trying to come up with a name for my mom because she isn't a "grandma." Well, Drew had a grandma named Gram-something, so he says, "How 'bout Grandma Rebecca- Gramecca." We had such a good laugh and Drew said, "Don't you dare tell your mom." Of course I told my mom and she hated it. But she called and left a message the other day and called herself Gramecca. I love it. Today she came over and was sitting on the couch with Paxton propped up on her knees, she was just talking to him and when he made eye contact he started to smile and did a little squeeky laugh! It was awesome. He is so strong- throwing that fat head of his all over the place. When I sit with him on my chest, his feet on my thighs, he pushes and locks his legs to stand right up. He is trying really hard to sleep through the night. Last night he slept from 10:something to 4:30am, and a week or so ago he slept 7 hours that night. He follows objects slowly and well, he is just the cutest thing! Too much fun.

January 19, 2006

Papa Talley and Grany Rosie came to see Paxton from the 13th to the 17th. We had so much fun. They couldn't get enough of him. Rosie made Paxton laugh and I heard that my dad doesn't like to hold babies but you would never know with the Paxton in his arms. The first night they were here, Toph came over and I got alittle drunk and started going off about curent political issues that I feel strongly about(but I ment no disrespect, Rosie.) Drew and I went to get some tattoos while dad and Rosie played with the baby. I also heard that Desi is going to get a the vergin on her whole back.. you go girl, that's going to hurt like hell. On my 21st birthday Rosie got up and got me a birthday cake and some Cake and Icecream icecream(the best Icecream!) We went to Red Robin and I ordered some Nuclear Ice Teas -"That shit go Hard"- and I got carded, Yes! But, like always, the visit was Too short. Paxton and I sat on the stairs as they drove away. We sat there and cried together. It wasn't an hour later that I was calling dad, I wanted to tell him to turn around and come back and tell his boss to fuck off. I hate that part. My birthday wasn't the same after they left,but we will see them again, and the rest of the Texas family, in November. When Drew got off work we went to his mom's house and watched American Idle(that was funny.) Drew's dad called to wish me a happy birthday, he's so sweet. Jim sang Happy Birthday on our answering machine, which was great and my mom and Joshie called also.
We miss you, Dad and Rosie!