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Jazmine Armstrong
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WARNING: Long post ahead
I know, I know. I am a slacker.
Welcome back to Peaceful Piano, and I know that I am to blame for the low views on my page. I realized just now that I haven’t posted anything since July of this year. Then I counted back and it has been five months. Wow. Needless to say, I am sorry for keeping you all waiting on the update on London and myself.
I went into the hospital on Monday; November 19th at 8 o-clock that evening. My mother, grandmother (mimi), and my cousin (who took the pictures displayed on the front home page) all rode together to the hospital. My boyfriend, and the father of London, met us there once he got off of work that night. I was checked in and Frankenstein’d up with IV’s, heart rate monitors for myself and for London, Blood Pressure arm cuff, and lots of other cords and wires that I can’t remember what went to what medicine. Around 10 o-clock that night, my nurse came in and started the induction medicine. It was probably the most strange thing ever. They stick a little pill-like medicine next to your uterus and it helps the cervix open and thin itself faster than naturally letting it thin. If I went naturally, I probably would still be pregnant and be a month past due date. Now, take note that I wasn’t able to eat or drink anything after midnight until after the baby was born that evening. Let me just say the more uncomfortable I got with the induction, the thirstier I got.
They came in a few hours later to check my cervix and needed a 2nd induction pill. I was only at a 2/3 cm dilation, but I was 40% thinned. Progress was being made!
Once they broke my water at 8 o-clock that morning on November 20th, a few moments after my Doctor and nurse walked out of the room to place me on the Epidural list, I felt the pain. It was the most pressure and pain that I have ever felt in my lower areas. A “different kind of pressure” as I tried explaining to my mother and cousin. They were the ones in the room at the time. I was in tears. Ready for this all to be over at that point. My nurse came back and said “We bumped you on the list and the anesthesiologist should be in shortly to give you your epidural.” I thought I was going to snap. I needed it NOW! Every time someone spoke in that room, I thought that I was losing air, which made me irritable.
Finally, the Ano doctor came in and started the procedure for an Epidural, and my God I will sing his praises until the day I die. He was the most gentle and soft spoken guy in the hospital, I think. He explained everything that was happening and going to happen. Making me feel more comfortable about this large needle going into my spinal cord to numb me from the boobs down. May I just say, that isn’t a joke. Literally, you feel nothing from the boobs down to your toes. They had to move me… for me. I couldn’t do it, and my goodness it was the best thing ever. I had contractions that were off the charts and I felt NOTHING.
Around 3 o-clock that afternoon, my Doctor came in and checked my cervix again. Saying that if my dilation remains at a 4 like it has been for the last 2 hours at that time mark, and if her heart rate keeps spiking and failing, that an emergency C-section may need to be made optional for me. Which was his way of saying, “The baby is coming out one way or another and if she keeps playing games like that then we are just gonna have to do what we have to do.” Once he left, i broke down. It was my last and final option, and I would have rather the baby stay in there longer than do a C-section. (Back story: I hate all types of surgery. It’s the scariest concept to me, and I probably shouldn’t have watched the C-Section preformed on Lori in the Walking Dead.)
After my Dad came to the hospital, she decided, “hey. my pop is here! Time to make my appearance.” so the pain was back. More epidural medication and nothing helped. It was pressure above my abdomen and in my hip bones. She was trying to squeeze her way through.
Around 4pm that evening. I was a 6 dilation. then an 8. and from an 8 to a 9 cm dilation, I was in the most excruciating pain. They say rate your pain from a 1 to 10… 10 being the worst pain ever. I was a 9 on the pain scale. I was screaming. I thought I was at least, and my cousin tells me that I kept holding my breath. I was trying to breathe, I was fighting tears, and I was trying to get someone in there to get this baby out of my body before I pass out. I was strong and ate the Ice Chips my nurse brought me and I held onto Rick. I heard the Doctor say, “the only way we are going to stop this pain is to get a baby out of you.” I was down for anything by that moment.
After about 45 minutes of pushing and a plunger-like tool, London Faye Bridges was born.
She was born in Shreveport, LA at 4:58 pm at 7 pounds, 11 ounces! November 20th is her birthday. She has no complications during the labor. Although, on my end of the spectrum, I did. During the birth, she had her head, her shoulder, and hand trying to push through at the same time. Therefore, tearing an artery that ran through my leg. I lost a lot of blood and was ordered to take iron pills. I am still taking them daily.
She came out perfect. I cried my eyes out as soon as my OB-GYN laid her on my chest. I couldn’t stop crying and saying “She’s so beautiful”. It wasn’t a lie.
November 20th. Right after the Birth of London Faye Bridges. “She Is So Beautiful”
I have never seen anything as beautiful as my daughter. Her first little cries were amazing and I just needed to hold her as close as possible so she would feel comfort.
They weighed her at seven pounds, eleven ounces and all I could say was, “oh my god” and “she is so perfect.” I didn’t lie. She is so perfect. Nothing, in my eyes, is more amazingly perfect than her. London is the apple of my eye.
Skin to Skin time with London Faye.
We had the “skin to skin” mother/daughter moment and all I wanted to do was hold onto her for dear life. All I could think was “Oh wow… we made her.”
When you become a parent, mother or father, your world becomes clearer. Like the perspectives that you had moments before changes drastically. Everything comes into the light and everything you have ever done has led you to this one moment… the moment where you hold your first born. It makes the world turn in a different direction, like your happiness is based off of another human life. That the child you hold, is the only happiness you have now. That is exactly the feelings I had once that doctor laid London on my chest.
Pure Joy is what I felt. We stayed in the hospital that night and then got released to go home at 5 o-clock on the 21st. Her original due date. We made it home, and she slept so well. We all did.
Now she is two and a half weeks old, and she is just as happy as day one. Alert, happy and ready to poop all over everyone. Ha-ha.
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Anyways, Hope you enjoyed the super long post. I think I officially caught you up. Time for Hot Cocoa and Doctor Who with my baby girl and boyfriend.
We are so extra…
Extra Nerdy. Ha-Ha!
A Time for Love: The Story of London WARNING: Long post ahead I know, I know. I am a slacker. Welcome back to Peaceful Piano, and I know that I am to blame for the low views on my page.
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Rise and Shine
I think I have drank more decaf coffee in the last month than I have in the last 22 years of my life. It’s only half nasty while the other half lingers in the back of my throat trying to figure out why it is even considered coffee.
It is cloudy this morning. So therefore, I fight off the yawns of laziness and try to work my mind early this morning. Typing this daily I believe will be the best…
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#7:30#calendar#Classic Rock#country music#day blues#eventually#FAITH#gross#Health#Keller Williams#morning time#rant#times#training#work
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8 Days a Week
8 Days a Week
This week is the first week in two months that I will have to wake up every morning at 6:00 am to come to work for ten hours. What is a pregnant young adult to do? One green “Granny Smith” apple for breakfast with a half cup of coffee with hazelnut and French vanilla creamer and sugar, and for lunch, a nap. I guess I’ll know how these Sales People will feel after this week and man do I feel for…
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#bigger#bright#Early Morning#Family#Future#Happiness#Keller Williams#Monday#mornings#Night Owl#no sleep#pregnancy#tired#work
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My Saturday Night and Sunday Morning
My Saturday Night and Sunday Morning
There’s a lot to consider when you are carrying a human life inside of you for 9 months out of a year. Especially in the dead middle of July’s Hell-heated summer weather. You learn to balance comfort with cool clothing, and sometimes when your favorite clothing items are long sleeve sweaters and sweat pants, it can get conflicting.
Weather in Louisiana this time of the year is beyond ridiculous…
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#baby#Church#Classic Rock#Family#Finally#Fleetwood Mac#Health#Heated#July#kicking#Love#Pants#Saturday#Shorts#Summer#Sunday#Sweaters
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Mommy Diary #1
“Everything grows rounder and wider and weirder, and I sit in the middle of it all and wonder who in the world you will turn out to be” -Carrie Fisher
21 weeks
5 months
147 days
3,528 hours
This is how long I’ve carried little London Faye Bridges. I have been growing and feeling weird little movements in my belly with the only explanation of it all is her. She has changed my outlook on life…
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#1st trimester#2018#2nd#5th month#August#baby#Baby fits#Bridges#Complications#Diary#first time moms#FTM#girl#headaches#Health#Issues#kicking#kicking finally#London#Mommy#nausea#november#Shreveport#trimester
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Balloons in the Sky
Balloons in the Sky
My Saturday morning decaf was interrupted by an amazing site over the Bert Kouns (near the auto-mall) area of Shreveport, Louisiana. Hot air balloons…and I mean everywhere. They were brightly colored, some were bigger than others, and they filled the sky! It was truly the most amazing and most calming site that I have experienced in a while.
These balloons, strange to some, made my morning,…
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The Road That Led Me Here
A lot of things happened this last year. It was full of life and then death. It was prosperous with new beginnings for relationships, marriages, pregnancies, and so on. The darkness couldn’t hold us down for too long in the valley of our lives. There were two that we had lost quite close to our family. One being my Great Grandfather. Who was 92 going on 25. He was a fun loving and goofy filled…
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9/11 @ 9:03am
I know that I’m a bit late on this post, but as I scrolled through the daily posts on my Facebook feed, there was a video posted. It was a remembrance video of all the victims of the plan crashes that fateful morning. It broke my heart. I don’t think that I’ve felt such hurt before this video.
Now a little flashback for me, I was in kindergarten when the first initial crash happened. I remember,…
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The Steady Worry
Worry.
The slowest death wish somebody could ask for (if you’d ask for a death wish). The weight of the waters of stress would eventually drag you underneath with the tide, drowning your soul slowly. You’ll never know it until it’s too late.
Worry.
The fear of stress and worry just makes it worse. The silent killer is your mind. Don’t let it take you over. It can ultimately destroy you. Always…
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1926-2017
“Earnest Lamar Nix finished his work on this Earth on August 4, 2017.”
The first words written on my Great Grandfather’s obituary. The hardest thing to read especially when I was close with him for a long time. He has passed down tons of traits throughout the family tree and boy am I thankful. Mechanic throughout the majority of the men (and I). He was a Father to three, a grandfather to six, a…
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The Local Starbucks
It seems like everyone who lives in Shreveport goes to this specific Starbucks™. Nurses, doctors, college students, grandfathers, grandmothers, children, car salesmen, Me. The laughs filling the small little, yet well known, coffee shop makes my week just a little bit brighter. With all of the things that has been going on with my family and the possible passing of my great grandfather sinking…
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Death Is Inevitable
The pain of losing someone can be the toughest feeling in the entire universe. It will hurt, sting, stab, burn, and tear out your heat. Above all else, it’s the one person that you didn’t spend the most time with and you regret saying, “I’ll go visit them later.” or, “I will see them tomorrow.” and then when they are in the nursing home, it’s too late. They don’t remember you. They may pretend…
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Chapter One: The Day Begins
Chapter One: The Day Begins
Today has been different.
I woke up realizing that I had nobody. Nobody was in arms reach, and my roommate; which is really just my mom, being more of a sister or a best friend, asleep in her room on the other side of the house. The Coffee not made yet, and the there was no noise shouting out from the speakers of the television in the living room.
I sat up in the mattress that laid on top of…
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Today Will Be Different
Today Will Be Different
Have you ever gone through a phase, maybe as a teenager or a young adult? No, not such as “emo” or “goth”, but like an emotional phase in your life? Where the world seems to slow itself and point all of its’ anger and frustration on you? When all you can do to relieve the stress is to cry furiously or punch things? Have you ever felt pain to the point of mental and emotional exhaustion? I have. I…
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Making Yourself At Home..
Making Yourself At Home..
Why my, oh my. It has been a long time hasn’t it? Oh, how I have missed all of your smiling faces. I believe there is some catching up in the agenda today. The things that you all have missed is enough to create three different posts about it. (because nobody likes a long, drawn out post.) To all of you who watch my writings from West Texas, you can thank Jaclyn for telling me that she misses my…
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