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So, I got some death threats, some reminders, and some "what the hecks?" for not blogging for the last week. I was in Vegas...and I'll blog about that soon. But it's the Sabbath, and you know what that means....family journaling time. Today's topic will be. "the story of your birth" written by Kristal and Jason Mulder...since their views on it are SO completely different. I will go first and mine will be in red. Jase's will be in a sissy pansy blue color.

We'll of coarse start with Jaden. I was 4 months along before I found out I was even pregnant. I thought I was missing periods and gaining weight because of the wreck, but finally after some digestive issues I went to a GI and she checked out all the "fun" stuff, then got serious, called me into her office and said we need to talk (which scared me) then she said, "you know you're pregnant don't you?" UH NO!!!! I was soo excited though. I'm soo glad I was a dumb nieve 21 year old who didn't know anything about the huge risks involved with a baby that just had huge doses of morphine, codeine a few other pain killers, x-rays, cat scans, 2 weeks of twice daily injections right into my stomach of blood thinner, and of coarse the wreck itself. I was just soo excited to be having a baby. We tried for a couple of weeks, and I guess it worked. So I spent the next 5 months swimming (I was recovering from the fractured pelvis and all) and eating whole totino's pizzas everyday. I went from 165 down to 150 and up to 255 with the pregnancy...I lost during the first few months because I could hardly eat, and I lost all muscle tone from being stuck in a wheel chair. Anyway, December 21st came...his due date. They induced me with the lame PG gels, and I stayed a few hours, then the next day, I went pee and freaked out asking Jase if it's possible to pee out of two holes?! So we figured maybe my water broke, so as he was calling the hospital, I sat on the bed and leaked all over, so instead we just went into the hospital. They took me into triage and tested the fluid and it didn't branch out like amniotic fluid is supposed to so they say it's not my water...so I stood up to head out and gushed all over their freaking floor...that'll teach them! So they took me to a room and I sat and chilled for a few hours. Then I started to get really sissy contractions, and got an epidural. Didn't feel a thing til they said it was time to push and a bit of feeling came back within the hour and a half of pushing, but it wasn't bad...I was just tired. And then bam! He came out, and he was a perfect little 8lb 10oz baby.



What more can I add to that, well I guess my side of the stories. I remember clearly the day Jaded was conceived...jk...I do remember clearly the day that I got home from work and Kristal was standing in the kitchen and let me know that she was pregnant. I was so extremely excited! And that excitment continued on through the pregnancy, I remember after halloween, I was at Bashas and there was a halloween costume there on clearance so I bought it. I guess that I thought he was going to come out a giant because it didn't fit him until he was 3 or 4. My next big memory is Kristal's water breaking on the toilet in our Gilbert apartment. She said, "I think my water just broke or it's just pee" as casually as could be. After that, we realized it was her water...kinda, so we headed to the hospital, they told us to grab something light to eat on the way, so we grabbed a salad from fazoli's drive thru. I just kept thinking how strange it was that we weren't in a huge hurry and that this was really it, our first baby experience, weird. After we got to the hospital, they did the usual pitocin drip and the contractions started, then came the epidural and that was the end of the excitement until it came time to deliver. The delivery was intense because they had previously overdosed the epidural, so they shut it off and then asked her to hold Jaden in while the doc delivered a baby next door. That was terrible. The next year though was a whole bunch of fun, except for the sleepless nights for the first 5 months. Sorry about the beatings Jado. I love you.

Unfortunatly by the time Kamryn came a long I was doing my pre-reqs and working so I don't remember as much about her while she was in the womb, that or just that it was so easy and not so intense. But I was very excited especially when I found out it was a girl, also nervous. I was raised with all boys by a Mom that was raised with all boys. The whole pink thing didn't come easy and I am still coming around to the idea of girly dolls and make up. I do remember though, the deals I made with Kristal that if she could stay awake past 8 o'clock that I would buy her a Razzleberry pie from Marie Calenders. I also remember rollerblading to ASU and being worried that I wouldn't make it home quick enough if she came early, because I had to leave the car at home with Kristal for emergencies. I remember picturing whether I would try to catch the bus or rollerblade because it was about 4 miles away. But I didn't have to worry about any of that because she was enduced and delivery was a piece of cake. Kamryn was beautiful from day one and the most perfect baby until she turned 18 months, then we started to see her Mother in her. As she gets older though she is showing her sweetness more and more. I love you Kamryn.

Kamryn was BY far my favorite pregnancy, labor and delivery. EASY! All the way through the pregnancy I felt that stupid glowy stuff, my hair was fantastic, only 2 weeks of morning sickness, and I craved Subway. With Jaden I craved totinos party pizzas...by the whole pie, and Jase would reward me for staying up past 8pm with a Marie Calendar's Razzleberry Pie. But I craved Subway with Kam. Regardless I still gained 65lbs with her pregnancy. With all 3 of my pregnancies I get really rude comments about how huge I am, but my favorite was with Kam when a lady at the thrift store in Pine said, "anyday now?" and I answered, "Nope, 3 more months" She said, "with twins?" I answered, "nope, ONE baby". She said, "wow, one BIG baby". PUNK! Anyway, I was also induced with Kam. I think it was 5 days early...and for no reason...which is stupid now that I've researched and learned from Jason's years of studying labor and delivery, but anyway, she came on July 11th and weighed 9lbs 1oz. I was only in labor for a few hours, and got the epidural right away (which I've also found out is not good, but in the long run it's better FOR ME...bite me Dr. Mulder...another reason I'm not pregnant...no agreeing on how the next one will be born...or where). I pushed 3 sissy little times and she came out screaming. She was perfect! I instantly wanted to hold her and I was soo happy, and I even had a glistening tear in my eye.

Boston...wow, this dude is lucky that he's soo adorable, and such a sweet kid. His pregnancy was HARD! Well, hard for ME. I had 4 months of not being able to pull myself off the couch unless it was to go sit over the toliet for a few hours and NOT throw up...which as some of you know is WAY worse than being able to throw up. My cravings with this kid were tiarmisu...which might explain the large size (caffeine). Anyway, after the first 4 months, I spent the rest of the pregnancy being a brat and not really excited. Jase said we couldn't get pregnant that day of my cycle. But I'm soo glad we could. The timing was perfect. I decided to try this one natural...in the birthing center....with a midwife.....with no pain killers! And I loved seeing a midwife...I loved the birthing center, and I loved the stories that friends had told me about birthing with Jean. So finally, a week after my due date, I started having contractions at 10pm. I was up and rocking every half hour or so for hours. Then finally around 7am we drove to Denton...an hour away, and all the way there I was having to change positions during the contractions. We beat the midwife there and just sat outside on that nice muggy Texas morning, getting through contractions. Then she came. She wouldn't let me do a water birth because I was soo huge. She checked me the day before and said, "I bet this baby is over 9lbs!". Ya think?! So the contractions weren't too bad, well, they of coarse hurt like a mother, but then it came time to start pushing. Jean realized he was face up, so she shoved her big hand up in me, flipped him, and then asked me to push. OW! Seriously, I was screaming my guts out (amy B you can attest to this) no one in the world has screamed louder than I did. I honestly couldn't do it again if I tried. I wanted to die! I really did. And all that crap about, "it's great not to have an epidural and IV then you can move around and change positions"...BS! I was honestly paralyzed from the pain and could not move a muscle! They kept telling me to try another position, but I couldn't. It sucked! Then I just decided to push like a mother. So I pushed and pushed and screamed and begged for my life to just be taken, and then finally out came an NFL football player, much to my surprise. After I got majorly stitched up, Jean said, oh wow, I bet he weighs around 10lbs...ya think?! She put him in the scale bag thing and her mouth dropped to the floor when s he read 11lbs 2 ounces. I wasn't at all surprised. it felt more like a baby elephant size, but sure, we'll go with 11lbs 2 ounces. Anyway, I was in extreme pain, still wanting to die and wasn't superly excited to hold him for a while. But our bond grew quickly and he has been an amazing baby. I wasn't able to sit up for 3 weeks to hold him, and I'd lay in bed and cry and cry from pain and post partum depression, and the fact that I still couldn't sit up to hold my baby...and the fact that I had people looking at my bare butt everyday (including a proctologist that said, "these hemorrhoids are TOO big, there's nothing we can do for them til the swelling goes down" and this was 2 weeks after delivery) So definitely not my favorite pregnancy, labor, or delivery, but the outcome was fantastic!...and it was a ONCE IN A LIFETIME experience.

Boston was a memorable pregnancy for me because I was in chiropractic school at the time and was learning about all the things Kristal should be doing to make a healthy baby and an easier delivery. I came home and practiced on Kristal, as much as she would let me. It was also a stressful time because at the same time I was learning all the ways to help I was also learning all the Pathology. Which of course anytime anything wasn't just right I would think of all the things that could be wrong. But as with Kamryn I spent much of my time at school. As for the delivery, I don't know if I should comment as this is a touchy subject around here. But here it goes anyway, I remember clearly Kristal's contractions starting, as this was the first time it went this way. Then they got closer and closer until we decided to head to the birthing center, it was about 40 min away and was a very exciting drive. We got to the center and no one was there so we sat on the stairway to the house and Kristal walked when possible. As for the birthing process I won't comment, but I will say that it was the most bonding experience I ever had with Kristal, watching her go through that and only be able to love and support was very difficult, but a beautiful thing and my love and appreciation for Kristal grew more than at any other given time. The car wreck was a close second though. Finally he arrive and after the whole experience I definately felt closer to my Savior, my Wife, and my children then ever before. I also felt an immediate bond with no-name, Pearce, Brock, Boston (the final name). Boston, I love you.