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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Precious Newborn

This little boy of mine has stolen my heart and keeps my arms and hands full most of the day! Here is his birth announcement that I just adore! To any family and friends who I might have missed…please send me your address and I will get one sent to you!


Thursday, March 18, 2010

Colton Cruz

Where did he get his name? Well, Daddy came up with it. When we found out it was a boy Joe called me one day and asked me what I thought of the name Colton. I liked it so we added it to our list. While pregnant I never really thought of the baby by a particular name though. Probably because Joe kept coming up with such great names (I don’t think I came up with any). But we just couldn’t decide and would have a different favorite each week.
A few weeks before he was born, Joe asked what I thought of Colton Cruz. I loved it! It has such a great ring to it. And I love alliteration in names. But in my mind I still wanted to wait until he was born to decide for sure. Everyone kept saying “you’ll know when you see him.”
On the video of him minutes after he was born you can hear the nurse asking Joe what baby’s name was. He said he didn’t know but that we had some ideas like Colton. I can’t say that when I looked at him “I just knew what his name was” he was still just baby boy to me LOL. I am pretty indecisive as it is so I asked Joe what he thought it should be and Colton Cruz Vega it is.
Here are some pictures from his first few days of life:)DSC00262 DSC00264 DSC00287  


My Husband The Super Hero

As you read, labor and delivery was no walk in the park for me. But honestly I couldn’t have done it without Joe. He was so amazing through it all.
First of all he was a great breathing coach. He spoon fed me probably 1000 ice chips. He held my hand. Told me I was beautiful and wonderful. Sprayed my face with an Evian mister. Let me squeeze his hand off during the bad contractions. Propped up my numb leg at an insane angle so I wouldn’t lose my mind all together. Held my leg while I pushed. Let me give him a few punches (only towards the end and I wasn’t trying to punch him it just happened). And he was an absolute rock. He had to watch his wife go through more pain then he could have imagined. He listened to me cry and scream. He saw me feel terrified, confused and sad and through it all he was calm, reassuring and gentle. He watched our baby be born and then we shared the sweetest most precious moment as we got to hold our little boy and know that together we did something amazing.
My sister, Sara, was also part of our big day. She came to the hospital Wednesday morning at about 6 am. This was the moment she had been waiting years for. We convinced her that she should probably go to work for a few hours and that more than likely he wouldn’t come until that evening (LOL). So she came back after work and actually stayed until the end. She was amazing as well. I didn’t know if I would want her there for the actual delivery and she was positive she didn’t want to be there. But when it came down to it she never left. It was never a spoken decision by either of us but she must of known that I needed her and she stayed. I feel so lucky to have her. She too was a rock and helped me through it all. She brushed my hair and put her cold hands on my forehead when I asked her. (Evidently the delivery room was an ice box. I sure wasn’t cold). She too fed me ice chips and misted my face. Sara helped me stay calm and helped Joe bear the burden of  it all. Towards the end she was also able to capture some moments on video. She kept it G rated and now we have some amazing memories documented forever! Colton is lucky to have such an amazing Aunt:)


The Day My Life Would Change Forever

On Wednesday, February 24th at 2 AM my water broke. It woke me up and I thought to myself “am I peeing myself? can I keagle and make it stop? nope…OMG my water broke.” So as I am in the bathroom I call Joe’s name and the 2nd time he heard me and woke up. I told him my water broke and I have never seen a happier face in my life. Little did we know the adventure that we would experience over the next 30 hours:) Joe was so amazing through the whole thing. He was my rock and I feel blessed to have such an amazing husband.
Before leaving for the hospital I took a shower, blew dry my hair and even put some make up on (duh! I wanted to look good when baby arrived). I eat an  apple and on the way to the hospital a Luna Bar. Little did I know that would be the last thing I ate….for 30 hours:) (Ok I did get to eat ice chips, a couple of popsicles and I had a few Air Head Suckers.)
We arrive at the hospital carrying in our bags and some pillows. Later on a nurse told us we looked like first timers with all of our stuff. Maybe next time we’ll leave our stuff in the car until we are settled into the labor and delivery room so we can sneak it all in:) So while in triage the nurse tells me she is cursed because everyone she has admitted on her shift has had high blood pressure-including me. This is strange because throughout my whole pregnancy my BP was just fine. We are in good spirits though and Joe is helping me breathe through my little contractions.
After getting settled into our labor and delivery room a few nurses come in with worried looks.  They tell me my BP is so high that they worry about me having a seizure during labor.  A seizure? It sounds so ominous and I have these images flash through my head from all the episodes of Grey’s Anatomy and ER I have seen over the years. They proceed to tell me they need to put me on Magnesium Sulfate and that the downside is that it will make me feel really hot and maybe even groggy. They leave the room and I burst into tears because I don’t want to be loopy during labor. But Joe takes my hand, kisses my head and looks me in the eye. He assures me it will be ok….this was the first of many times he had to do this:)
So I’m having contractions but nothing unbearable. But when they check me to see if I am dilated (one of the most painful things I had to experience) they tell me I’m only a 2. I think I was a 2 for about 24 hours. That was annoying to say the least. You see the magnesium is a muscle relaxer and the uterus is a muscle. So while my body is trying to progress the drugs are working against it. They give me some pills to help me dilate but that didn’t seem to help very much. At one point they put me on pitosin but when exactly I don’t remember. It all seems to be a big blur.
The contractions are getting intense and I’m not dilated enough for an epidural. I am in so much pain and started to get vocal about it (let’s just say I could never be a Scientologist). They offer me Staydol which is pain medication they administer through the IV. In our childbirth class they talked about the downside to this drug that it can make your baby sleepy and groggy when they are born. I really don’t want to take it but I am in so much pain. They tell me that by the time the baby was born the Staydol should be out of his system. I cry some more and Joe tells me it will be ok.
Soon (I think) after the Staydol I am finally dilated enough for an epidural. I was nervous about the gigantic needle I had heard about but really it wasn’t that painful. The Staydol+Epidural brought some much needed relief and I fell asleep. A couple hours later I wake up and have this strange sensation. I can’t move my left leg and I am feeling the pain of contractions again. I am a little loopy and I start to panic. Sara was there in the room and she saw a look in my eye and knew something was wrong. I felt like I was going to lose my mind. I start to have what I can only explain as a mini panic attack. They bring the nurses in and they determine that the epidural has gone down to my legs. Last time I checked I didn’t have pain down there. So the anesthesiologist's assistant comes and administers another dose which didn’t seem to work so then he comes and gives me some more….still doesn’t work. By this time I am screaming and crying and so confused that I am in so much pain. This lasted a couple of hours. Finally the anesthesiologist comes back to my room and tells me that the doses that were given to me were so high that I should be feeling nothing. So he makes the determination that my epidural has come lose and he will have to give me another one. The tricky part is my contractions are so close together and I’m screaming bloody murder at this point and so he has to wait to stick me in between contractions. Well it works this time and I got to rest again. For how long I’m not sure but finally they tell me I am a 10 and can start pushing. I started crying  just so relieved that there seemed to be an end in sight. Prior to that I felt like I just wanted to give up and made a comment that if they had to do a c-section do it (this is sad because that was the last thing I wanted). I asked the nurse if she was sure I was a 10 and she told me she had been doing this for years…she was sure. So finally I start to push….and continued pushing for OVER 2 hours. Needless to say by this point my epidural has started to wear off and I feel like I’m having a natural childbirth. I’m sure there was some pain relief but I was sure screaming like there wasn’t. Finally the doctor comes in which is a good sign…the baby is almost ready to come out. But I am beyond exhausted at this point and feel like I have no energy or will to push anymore. I think I asked if they could just pull him out on their own…just reach in there and make him come out. They probably just ignored me:) Thank goodness for our nurse Paula she got in my face a few times and kindly but firmly commanded me to look at her and told me that I had to push. I listened and finally at 8:43 on Thursday morning our little Colton Cruz made his appearance to the world.
Because of the amount of medicine that had been given to me over the last 30 hours they had the NICU doctors down in our room waiting to check him out to make sure he was ok. And he was absolutely perfect! He weighed 7 lbs. 8 oz and was 19.5 inches long. As they are checking him the doctor is taking care of me and she tells me “don’t worry, the next one will be much easier.” Really. She just said that.  I thought the afterbirth of the delivery would be painful but really it was nothing after what I had just gone through.
Finally after Colton is given the ok they bring my boy to me and I just stare at his perfect face. And kiss him over and over again. And at that moment, all 30 hours of torture simply melted away. I forgot about the screaming and the crying and the pain and just like that I was a mommy. I held this perfect little soul who seemed to know me and be comforted by my voice and the beating of my heart. His little cry sounded like a kitten and I knew at that very moment that my life had changed forever.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

We are @ hospital trying 2 have a baby:) My water broke at 2 am but dilation is very slow to happen.Hopefully this baby comes today!We are ready 2 meet our boy!

Monday, February 22, 2010

"I Love to Laugh....Ha Ha Ha Ha"

In our home, growing up, we would watch the same movies over and over and over and get the point...again. It all would depend on which movie was somebody's favorite. Some that I can remember were Bambi, 7 Brides for 7 Brothers, The Sound of Music, Beauty and the Beast and Mary Poppins. Because of this I feel like I could quote entire movies. My mom, sister and I like to play the "what movie is this line from" game. They are much better at it then I am but one thing that did stick with me...the songs. The laughing song from Mary Poppins was always one of my favorites which seems appropriate these days because I laugh at everything. Or so I'm told. I have always thought Joe was funny. I love his sense of humor and he can always get a chuckle out of me. But lately, he cracks me up all day long, I mean hysterical laughter. So the other night Sara was out with us and the same thing happened. Little did I know that when I got up to go the bathroom (shocker I know) they made a bet to see who could make me crack up first. Sara said something to him like "wow, I must be really funny, because Melissa is laughing at everything I say." Joe burst her bubble and told her he thinks it is a side effect of pregnancy and not to get a big head:) Well I guess I have noticed that I've been laughing a lot but in their defense they really are pretty funny.
At least I am laughing all the time....and not crying or being witchy:)

Sunday, February 21, 2010

A Watched Pot Never Boils

Still no baby....
No contractions....
No dilating....

I'm not complaining because his desire to stay warm in cozy in my belly has given us time to finish up things we put off until the last taking child birth classes at the hospital. Some might call it procrastination but we like to think that by waiting until the last minute the information will be fresher in our minds:) Tomorrow we take a nursing class...Joe is "thrilled" about that one. Actually he is being a good sport about all of it. He was a trooper and sat through the two, 4 hour sessions of the birth class. I think we both learned a lot and feel better prepared for some an idea of what to expect when it is go time. And Joe being Joe kept me giggling through all of it. His expressions and questions were priceless. One of his favorite things he should practice their Kegals too!

We are so excited for Baby Vega to arrive....still no name....but when he gets here we hope he enjoys sleeping in this...
And swinging/bouncing in this...
Strolling in this...

And cruising in the Tahoe in this...

This little guy already has so many cool things! He is going to be set and very well dressed might I add! We feel so blessed with the abundance of baby showers that were held in our honor!
Thank you to everyone and their generosity and of course for those that made it all happen:
My Mom for our Ohio shower
Amber for the Utah shower
Kami and Marci for our AZ shower
Joe's Team at work
The Academic Counselors & Directors in the International Division
And the UOP Student Services Directors 

6 showers...BEYOND BLESSED!!! We received the coolest gifts from family and friends including gift cards that allowed us to buy some of the bigger items.

So only 6 more days until the due date and we can't wait to see this cute little face...

And kiss these cute little feet (shaped just like Daddy's)

Monday, January 11, 2010


Wow....I still have just less than 6 weeks to go. I wonder how much bigger I can get?!? The other day someone asked me "are you sure there aren't 2 in there." I chuckled, smiled politely, and said that no it was just one baby. Let's be honest though, my gut instinct made me want to slap her. But of course I didn't. I know that this girl has never been pregnant so let's just chalk it up to ignorance:)
So, right now it is almost 2 am and I can't sleep. I'm sure this is just preparing me for the sleepless nights ahead of me when the little guy arrives. Right now it feels like he is doing acrobatic moves in my stomach so is it a wonder I can't fall asleep:) Too bad I have to get up for work in a few hours. Blah!