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ohgodanothersideblog · 5 years

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5 Times Tony Stark Fell Asleep on Someone, and the 2 Times Someone Fell Asleep on Him

@bookeatingworm posted this in a discord we’re a apart of, and I wanted to write it. I hope you guys like it ❤️ any weird format issues I’m sorry, had to post on mobile 😭

Tony Stark didn’t fall asleep next to people. That didn’t change when a certain Sorcerer Supreme became his boyfriend. In fact it almost made the whole thing worse.

“Tony you need to rest.” Stephen sighed, bandaging up the engineers wounds. He had multiple lacerations on his chest and back and probably a few broken ribs. They both sat in the common room, the debrief had already happened, now it was time to patch everyone up.

“I’ll be fine doc, I swear.” Tony said, gently batting at the sorcerers hands. He didn’t need to rest, he needed to make his suit better. Tony attempted to get up but strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him back down onto the couch. He winced at the sudden pressure on his ribs before settling against the taller man behind him.

“How about this; we watch a movie and rest for a bit, if you’re still feeling up to attempting to not listen to me, we can go down to the lab, together?” Stephen offered, kissing the top the smaller mans head. He was going to convince Tony to rest whether the engineer wanted to or not. Tony just sighed and nodded. “Good.” With that, FRIDAY put on a movie without being told. The AI knew what the Doctor was doing and was planning on assisting him as best as she could. Tony was running on 12 hours sleep combined this week. He had a fear of sleeping because of his nightmares. They had been really bad the past few months. He also didn’t want to almost kill Stephen like he had done to Pepper a few years back.

“I can hear you thinking.” Stephen rolled his eyes, carding his shaky fingers through the engineers hair. Tony sighed, it was becoming harder to stay awake between the warm body behind him and the feeling of someone gently massaging his scalp. Soon enough, soft snores could be heard and the sorcerer smiled down at the sleeping figure against him.

It was another nightmare. The wormhole again. Dying again. Only this time he saw Peter and Stephen die too. Stephen tried to wake up Tony. He called in the suit again. Stephen wasn’t hurt, but Tony was shaking.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t--” Tony was cut off by Stephen pulling him into a hug. He sighed, resting his head against the bare clavicle, feeling Stephen run his scarred hands up and down his back.

“I’m not going anywhere, you’re safe.” The sorcerer whispered into Tony’s hair. Stephen pulled Tony back down to the bed and continued to draw small circles along the engineers back.

“Just go back to sleep, it’s okay.” Stephen whispers, Tony sighs and gets comfortable, laying on top of Stephen basically. If it were anyone else, he’d leave. He would go to the lab and stay up until he passed out.

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Tony was on day four in the lab. He was running on coffee and sheer willpower. He needed to update one of his suits. He was reconfiguring one of the gauntlets that malfunctioned during a fight. Stephen had to patch him up after that fight. He was so absorbed in what he was doing, that he didn’t hear the door to the lab open.

“Tony...c’mon. You’ve been down here for four days.” Stephen sighed at the smaller man who was hunched over one of his work benches. He looked exhausted.

“‘m fine, jus’ need more coffee…” The engineer got up and staggered to the coffee pot. Stephen intercepted him and forced Tony to look at him. His eyes were bloodshot, the bags that were under his eyes were dark, he looked like a wreck.

“You’re going to bed.” Stephen sighed. Tony looked like he was about to argue “Try me, Beyonce.” He glared at the engineer, gently pushing him over towards an open portal.

“I don’t need sleep.” Tony huffed, trying to leave their room, quickly the cloak that was hovering in the corner swaddled the man and laid him on the bed, not retracting from said swaddle. “Asshole.” The cloak smacked him upside the head.

“Your tech can wait, sleep is important.” The doctor was coming out, Tony knew he wouldn’t win this argument.

“I’ll stay...can you please have your cloak let me go?” He asked. Almost instantly the cloak released him and went and settled in the corner. Stephen rolled his eyes and propped himself against some pillows. He began to read silently. Tony laid his head on the sorcerers stomach and soft snores filled the room.

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“Boss, Peter is entering your bedroom.” FRIDAY’s voice filled the master bedroom. Tony was propped up against some pillows, doing work on his STARK pad. Peter pushed open the door and looked at the engineer sheepishly. He was trembling and looked a little pale.

“Nightmare?” Tony asked, looking at the teen. When Peter nodded, he patted the bed. Peter wasted no time climbing up and leaning into his dad. Normally he went to Stephen for nightmares. But the sorcerer was away on a mission of sorts. He never really had to talk about it with the sorcerer, he always knew what it was about. So they’d snuggle and watch a movie. When he went to Tony about his nightmares, he’d want to know to an extent what the nightmare was about.

“It was the water again.” Peter mumbled. Tony sighed and put down his work and put an arm around the kid, pulling him in a little closer. “Only you didn’t save me.” His voice started to quiver. If Tony could, he’d have squeezed the kid even harder.

“I did save you though. You’re safe. You’re alive.” Tony reassured him softly. Peter wrapped himself around the man and made himself as comfortable as possible. “Don’t use your spider grip on me and we should be good.” Peter just nodded. Tony turned on a movie and relaxed. Normally he would have tried to get the teen to go back to his room, but with Stephen gone for a bit, he was lonely. He began to match his breathing with Peters. Slow and steady. It was causing Tony’s eyes to feel heavy.

Peter looked up at his dad, not realizing he had fallen asleep. His dad never really slept around anyone, aside from Stephen. He was too scared of his own nightmares and of hurting those he loved. At least that’s what Aunt Pepper had told him when he asked. Stephen told him it took months for Tony to fall asleep around him, and it was only because he had gotten hurt during a battle. “Night dad.”

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It was movie night in the compound. Most of the team was already sprawled out in their select spots. Tony strolled in last second and plopped himself next to Stephen. He leaned into the sorcerer this time. Stephen wrapped an arm around him and kissed the top of his head. Peter, once again, draped himself over both his parents only this time he also grabbed a blanket. Tonight's movie was Clint’s pick: Lord of the Rings.

“Of course Legolas would pick Lord of the Rings.” Tony rolled his eyes, only to be hit in the head with a piece of popcorn. “You’re cleaning up the mess if you keep it up.”

“Children, please.”

“I thought you were on my side!” Tony’s eyes widened with feigned shock. Stephen just smacks him lightly earning a grunt from the engineer.

Once the movie started, Tony settled back against the sorcerer and pulled Peter closer. A small smile played on his lips as he realized this was his family. With that, the engineer willingly fell asleep in a room full of earth's mightiest heroes.

“Is he actually asleep?” Rhodey’s eyes were wide. He hadn’t seen Stark fall asleep in front of anyone since their MIT days, and that was even a rarity back then. The others all stared at the engineer in shock. It was a few moments of silence until someone cleared their throat.

“Wake him, and I’ll kill you.” Stephen glared over at the others. He was terrifying when he needed to be and this was one of those moments. It had taken almost a full year to convince Tony to sleep in the same bed. Now that he was comfortable falling asleep here, in front of all of them, he wasn’t going to have it ruined. The others silently nodded and returned their attention to the movie.

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Stephen stumbled through the portal and into the lab. He had a few new cuts and bruises, but overall he was exhausted. He used too much magic and now he needed to sleep. He hated how much his magic could drain him at times. It made it almost impossible for him to do anything. It didn’t help that he had started to try to heal himself. Wong glared at him for that one.

“Stephen!” Tony rushed to his husbands side. He helps the taller man up and they slowly make their way to one of the couches in the lab.

“‘m fine, used all my magic. Sleep.” Stephen mumbled, collapsing on the couch, pulling Tony down with him. Before Tony could move, a soft snore escaped from the sorcerer. Tony chuckles, and settles in against Stephen before eventually falling asleep.

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Peter was sick. Really sick. Stephen had barely slept the past week because of Peter’s temperature spiking. He ended up in med bay with Peter around 4 AM to put the teen on IV’s with Bruce. Bruce had also drawn some of Peter’s blood to see if he could figure out what was going on. The teen, who normally put up a fight about med bay, didn’t even care that he was there for once. Stephen was just glad that he was finally getting some fluids that he wouldn’t throw back up. Tony had walked in with a cup of coffee and his STARK pad. He’d be able to monitor Peter, while getting work done.Now it was convincing Stephen to get some much needed sleep.

“Steph, go to bed. I’ll stay here with him. I promise.” Tony reassured the worried sorcerer. Ste “I’ll have FRIDAY call you if anything changes.” He added, hoping to convince his husband to go lay down.

“Okay, make sure he stays here. Hopefully it’s a bad flu. Call when Bruce has the results.” Stephen’s sentences were short. Tony nodded, kissing him and then sitting in the chair. He glanced at Peter; he had lost weight, he was white as a ghost, he looked awful. Tony sighed and had FRIDAY put on a Disney movie to help the kid sleep.

“Dad?” Peter asked quietly, causing the engineer to look up. He had some color back and his temperature was maintaining. The teen moved over a little bit. Tony knew what the kid wanted without him even asking, he climbed into the bed and Peter wrapped himself around his dad.

A few hours had passed and Peter was looking more and more like himself. Stephen had woken up, feeling well rested and ready to take care of Peter.

#doctor strange #ironstrange #stephen strange #supremefamily #tony stark #tony stark x stephen strange #peter parker #spider man

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midwestwifelife-blog · 5 years

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Our birth journey was nothing short of just that, a journey.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t somewhat disappointed with my birth experience. The hundreds of articles I read, handful of friends I interviewed and harassed with millions of questions, and multiple baby books I thumbed through didn’t prepare me for the actual thing. It is far from roses and sunsets, and I was honestly left some what traumatized. The beauty is knowing that every story is different, and you will come out of it on the other end with a beautiful life changing gift.

Here is our story, and buckle up because it’s a LONG one.

On Saturday night, November 10th, we arrived at labor and delivery for our induction at 7pm. They got us all checked in and settled into our room and began the process. The charge nurse, Jen, was super helpful and calming. She explained everything in detail and was there to answer any questions we had. She hooked me up, ran some tests and we were off to the races. They started my IV with fluids around 9pm to calm my cervix as I was having some pretty random contractions. She checked my cervix around 9:15pm. I was dilated at 1cm and about 60% effaced. I took my first oral cervical ripening pill around 10:20pm which I had to take every 2 hours with monitoring which meant I was stuck in bed and was only allowed to get up to use the restroom. We tried to get as comfortable as possible and hunkered down for the night in hopes to get some shut eye. Dad had no troubles sleeping and even impressed the nurse. I on the other hand had too much on my mind, and nerves that wouldn’t quit. The fetal heart rate monitor that I was hooked up to kept loosing the baby’s heart rate so around 2am she switched me to a wireless option in hopes I could get some sleep. I was having contractions about 2 to 4 minutes apart, but still pretty inconsistent and pain was barely at a 1. At 4am I was unable to take the second round of the cervical ripening pill because my contractions were getting pretty consistent. They kept a close eye on me and my pain levels. I was able to sleep for a 2 hour stretch and was feeling pretty confident I’d have a baby the next day. Boy was I wrong! At 6am I was finally able to take the second round.

Sunday, November 11th.

At 7:30am, Jennifer came in with our day nurse Cindy for shift change. She took vitals and set me up with the next round of medications. At 9am doctor Cheng came in to check my cervix and confirm a plan. I was still dilated at 1cm, with little progress. We decided to do another 12 hours of cytotek (cervical ripening) and to try a Foley balloon to widen my cervix. They were able to get the Foley balloon in, but caused serious discomfort and was SUPER painful. I couldn’t handle it in, and they decided to look at other options. Once they took everything out it actually brought on more intense contractions. We laid low the rest of the day, continued the cytotek pill with 2 hour checks and had Amber and Steve (Jordan’s mom and step dad) visit with lunch. My cramps and contractions became a little more intense, but no serious pain and went back to being inconsistent. I started to get pretty anxious as I was unable to get a clear plan of action from Cindy, and was told I’d be sent home in the morning only to start this process over in a few days. This had me worked up and super upset. Jordan’s sister came to sit with us for awhile and brought us some movies and coloring books. Boredom really set in. Once our night nurse, Rozina came on they were able to answer some questions about the game plan as she noticed I was pretty upset. They were able to get doctor Cheng to explain to us what was next in line for our journey. We were told we weren’t going home and that the miscommunication should have never happened. I would be finishing out my second round of cytotek and he would be breaking my water around 3am Monday morning to get the ball rolling and we aren’t leaving the hospital without a baby. Once my water is broken they would be able to start pitocin. This had us both relieved but set me up for another sleepless night with nerves and anxiety.

Monday, November 12th

Doctor Cheng broke my water at 5:45am. He noticed poop in the amniotic fluid which is common, and said baby G should be fine. They monitor the levels throughout the laboring process and make sure the NICU staff are on standby for when baby arrives to ensure nothing would be inhaled during delivery. They started pitocin shortly after which kicked in right away. I knew from all the articles and friends that have experienced pitocin that it isn’t a pleasant experience. My contractions were every 3 to 4 minutes gradually getting stronger. Amber came around 8:30am to spend the day with me and help as I labored, Steve came shortly after.

Amanda was our day nurse and she was fantastic. She explained everything and was constantly checking on my pain level while letting me know my epidural was ready to go for whenever I needed it. Around 9am they upped my pitocin amount and at 9:30 i requested an epidural.

The anesthesiologist came in within 5 minutes and it was placed at 9:45am. I took my glasses off so I couldn’t see the needle size but my husband said it was huge. Overall the build up of getting it was worse than the actual procedure and once it started to work, it was my best friend. At 11am they inserted a catheter and checked my cervix for any progress. To my surprise I was at 3cm dilated and feeling great with the epidural! My contractions on the monitor were beginning to look more intense. They had to stop pitocin around 2pm due to an irritated uterus which meant my contractions weren’t allowing my uterus to rest putting baby at risk.They flushed my system and had to start over once my uterus was back to normal. The baby’s heart rate was also going in and out on the monitors so they decided to insert an internal monitor to help gage how intense my contractions were and to get a more accurate read on baby’s heart. They started the pitocin back up again at 3pm. I began to feel extremely nauseous and had a horrible headache. She gave me some medications to help ease the symptoms. At this point I had only gotten about 3 hours of sleep total since Saturday night so they really wanted me to try to relax and rest while I could. Relaxing in a hospital is a joke.

At 6:30pm the baby’s heart rate dropped shortly after they upped my pitocin. The nurses came in, flipped me to my left side and called the on call doctor. Amber and Steve were outside smoking and were stopped in the hallway on their way back in and were told to wait in the waiting room. Jordan’s face was white and he began pacing. They flushed out my fluids and stopped my pitocin again which helped with baby’s heart rate. They checked my cervix and I was dilated to 6.5 cm. Slowly but surely we were making progress. Jordan went to the waiting room to get his mom and step dad, and explained what happened.

Around 8:30pm my contractions were looking strange on the monitor and baby’s heart rate kept getting lost with the monitor they had on my belly. I buzzed the front desk as I was experiencing some pretty bad lower back pain, and feared the epidural was wearing off. Jennifer, the afternoon nurse who was also amazing came back in to check my cervix, and see how I was doing. To our surprise I was 10cm dilated and ready to push. Unfortunately my epidural was wearing off, and having them restart it would delay labor so I was shit out of luck. Amber and Steve made their way back to the waiting room and Jordan packed up our belongings to make room for the medical team.

Doctor Jenkins (the night doctor on call) came in to confirm my dilation, and by the time she got to me I was 10 +1 which meant baby’s head was in the canal and ready to go. This set me off into a full on panic attack.

The entire second half of my pregnancy my doctors were preparing me for a c section because they didn’t think my cervix was going to even dilate in combination with such a large baby. Once I heard I would be pushing, without an epidural no less, my heart was telling me something wasn’t right which sent me into an even bigger panic.

I had Jordan call amber back into the room because I couldn’t calm down. My anxiety was through the roof and I was so scared. I can’t remember everything that was said between amber and I, but I know we shared a special moment and prayed together before everything started. At the end of our prayer, I asked her if she would stay in the room with us. Of course she said yes, and I instantly felt so much better knowing she was there with us.

I pushed for 2 ½ hours in extreme labor with Jordan and his mom by my side. The baby’s heart rate was continuing to increase with every push but the nurse said he wasn’t in danger range yet and to keep pushing. The Doctor came in and said little progress was made and baby’s head hadn’t moved down the canal at all. She gave me the choice of a c section or keep pushing in hopes to make some progress. I was exhausted and knew something wasn’t right. This wasn’t how our birth story was suppose to go. With every push I felt the baby hit my pelvis and somehow I knew he wasn’t going to enter this world vaginally. Hesitantly, I opted for c section fearful of being judged or that I had given up. Once the words came out of my mouth I instantly felt a weight lift off my shoulders.

Just our luck, as soon as we opted for a c section, they had just taken someone else down to the OR, and we had to wait an hour and a half until we could go. Thankfully they stopped the pitocin which helped with the contractions, and they prepped me for surgery.

Tuesday, November 13th

Around 12:45am, the OR finally became available and it was our turn to bring our baby into the world. The team of nurses and doctors were informative, nice and positive. They took me down first and had Jordan change into scrubs and wait in a waiting room near the OR. I only remember bits and pieces of being prepped for surgery but I do remember everyone in the room was so nice and kept the vibes light and positive. Once I was fully prepped and ready they allowed Jordan to come in. I’ll never forget the look on his face once he walked through those doors. With tear filled eyes he came to my side and grabbed my hand. We were both scared. Scared to be parents, scared for complications, being in surgery, and the unknown. We labored for 56 hours, and finally after all of that we would meet our boy.

At 2:17am, Grayson Thomas King was born. He weighed 10 pounds 8 ounces and was 23 inches long. He had a large gash on the side of his head from hitting my pelvis during labor and some cuts and bruising on his face, shoulders and chest from being stuck in the birth canal. Once they finished closing me up, the surgeon came over to my side and said “A mother’s intuition is always right, never forget that. You did an amazing job, and you 100% made the right call. This beautiful boy would have never made his entrance vaginally. For your next pregnancy, I recommend scheduling a c section to start with and skip all the hard stuff.” Very rarely will a doctor give some form of closure, and she made sure to assure me I didn’t fail, I didn’t throw in the towel because it hurt, and that what I was feeling was valid and correct. A moment Jordan and I cherish and will never forget. We also found it hilarious that she mentioned a second pregnancy as if I was in any position to agree to do any of that shit again. Now if she would have said that to me today as I’m looking at my 3 week old sleeping next to me, I’d definitely do it again.

Even though our birthing experience didn’t go as planned, I am so thankful to have gone through it all. We didn’t think getting pregnant was going to happen so fast and easy for us so going through a few days of hurtles and pain was totally worth it. The second my son was laid on my chest my priorities changed. My world changed. I still can’t believe I created this tiny human and that I am his mom. It’s a beautiful feeling that I never seen myself experiencing. My husband was amazing through the entire process which was surprising. He was the most afraid of having the surgery and for complications and truly stepped up to the plate when I needed him the most. Our connection grew a million times stronger because of it.

I also owe a million thank yous to the amazing staff that helped us through the process and took care of us in recovery. 6 and a half days in the hospital and we only met one nurse we didn’t like. We seen 21 different RNs during our stay and 20 of them went above and beyond. We seen 6 doctors, and each one was so caring and informative. 10 out of 10, would recommend our hospital for delivery solely on the fact that each person we saw treated our entire family as if we were their family too. I can’t express how grateful I am and truly made up for such a long and hard labor.

I am so blessed to have had a fast and easy recovery surrounded by family and friends who have been so supportive. I am home and enjoying every second of my time with our beautiful baby boy.

Until next time…

- T

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peridipshit · 6 years

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EDIT: IDK HOW TO MAKE A READMORE ON MOBILE SORRY FOR A WALL

hey hey guys ive been super inactive and theres a reason for that and that reason finally worked out and i cannot fucking begin to explain how good it is ghjklljhgfdghjkljhgfdghjkljhgfdghjklhgfhjkl

read more for a super lengthy overshare of angst and ecstasy

i kno w its fuckin long, its not for anybody but myself bc ye i have adhd myself and dont know how to read sh i t and dont expect anybody to have the patience for this

so, if i start at the beginning, ive had, the hardest period of my life starting around fall 2016. ive been in community college for about 4 years now, and i dont want to list all of the things ive done because it wouldnt reflect the mental emotional and physical exhaustion ive put myself through for all of this work. and all this time i thought it would amount to nothing because a lot of what i was supposed to be doing was pushed away out of fear. i filled up my time with a million impressive things that i genuinely loved and enjoyed, but knew it wasnt the actual work to get into the universities i was so desperate for. i pushed,, all my applications to the week or day before the due date. i had to give up three out of seven universities because of the deadline pressures.

but my main school, the one that i returned to as the ideal place, but a laughable pipe dream, was the one i worked the absolute hardest for

i needed to do two different applications with a total of uh, 8 or 9 essays? the first round of 5ish essays i submitted the day before, and then the second application, i started the week before and completed the essays and storyboard, and hit the submit button 2 minutes before the deadline. i had two winter semester classes (which both kept me under a no-sleep schedule) and i juggled the application work by night. i ended up with like 3 total hours of sleep in that week. i almost gave up like three times but i remember crying after finding this song which coincidentally reflects the acceptance into the university im now somehow attending. it was the moment to myself that i decided i wanted to push through and grow up

the third round where i almost gave up was when my professor couldnt recieve my emails and i had no other way to contact him during the winter. i came to his office the week school started in spring with a deadline of three days to get my letter completed, and he submitted it an hour and a half before the deadline. i spent that weekend convinced i would just take another year at community college and at home and prepare myself more. i cried after checking my phone when i was walking out of Black Panther because he hadnt submitted it with less than two hours left before my application would have been thrown out. he submitted once i got into the car and refreshed the tab

last month i got an interview with the school of my dreams. i looked up the real statistics and they choose 30 transfer applicants for interview and accept 15. that moment was a rush of disbelief and brief sobbing as i realized that maybe im not crazy and not stupid and maybe just doing good things

that was the longest week of my life, but it wasnt a nervous thing at all. i knew i could nail an interview, it just was practicing. i spent each car ride to school talking to myself for 30 minutes.

i literally could not have done anything as amazingly as i did in that interview without my friend’s help (hey dude), i was literally hearing that skype notification and have never had my heart pound as hard in my life. two seconds thinking about my friends and everything theyve done for me was like, a reminder that ppl care and have my back and istg that power of friendship anime bs is real my dudes and i couldnt ask for better people in my life

i rocked it like some kind of word virtuoso person and waited a month for a notification

limbo is wierd

i spent so long knowing i was so, close, but not in a place to celebrate

the day i found out was Of Course as wild as it was, where i was having a panic attack out of everything in the morning that accumulated, i was like near crying in class because the prof was kinda yelling at me and i almost lost my project and had to run about a mile in heels to look for it and i was being hit on by a guy twice my age and i had 2 hours of sleep

but????????? i got into ucIa in their theater film and television school, which is harder than any ivy league school. me and 14 other transfer students. 92 total undergrads in that entire film school. ill be nineteen into my junior year. ill be at the heart of the industry going into animation and able to do practically anything.

a n d i learned that not only my tuition room and board will be covered, but likely a ridiculous amount beyond that too.

i just. got to a point in my life last year that i knew that i was setting myself up for failure and i thought that if i wasnt improving i was failing and so i put so much onto myself in terms of working that i literally had no time for myself. no time for anything leisurely and no time for shows or movies or games or even friends. the only thing i felt like was my escape was cosplay and i still had that shamed by my family for wasting money and time. i of course had many moments and opportunities to do a few things that i regard very fondly, but overall i had no time to genuinely reflect on the damage that everything had caused. it felt like i had no time to cry ultimately, like some kind of hamster wheel of responsibility and fear. im still recovering now, and i want to be better. i want to do my best for myself and everyone around me. and i want to become someone that can be healthy and be myself. and yknow what im pretty damn proud of where im already at right now

trying hard to keep coherency but i gotta wake up at 5 for an 8am class tomorrow so this is a lil rushed. its probably corny as hecc, but hell i feel just ok for a second and thats nice. i would never have gotten here with the support around me and like, my friends and family have done so much for me and i could write ten of these rambles on each one of you. you care about me and i care about you guys beyond anything these words can express. (*cough*quinn keira kevin cece*cough* not to say everyone else i know hasnt impacted me because gOd so many lives have done so much for me, i just, hey, love yall)

my life is finally feeling like something big, ive never believed in the destined for greatness thing, ive just felt Capable of greatness and afraid beyond words of wasting it. and i want to be great for me, i want to be great to others, and i want to be great to the big picture.

just, holy fuck i love you guys so much and thank you

things are finally looking ok and i would repay you guys back in to the fullest extent of my hearts adoration and appreciation

#ive been low on online conversational executive functioning and online existing forever #but im working on it #ill be around the corner soon #i have a month left of school tho #and then im done and moving on #and have time for me #ily guys #thank you.

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outerspaceman · 7 years

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This is going to be SO LONG BUT I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY (i do really enjoy doing these things anyway so thank you)

1. had sex?

indeed I have, but you already knew that

2. bought condoms?

surprisingly i don’t think ive ever bought any, i think whenever I needed them I either just had them from the other person or i got them from school

3. gotten pregnant?

nope, thankfully. that’d be worrying

4. failed a class?

i have. aka why i ended up in three different damn colleges. i failed a few at my first university. nothing in highschool and less somehow

5. kissed a boy?

yeeeeeep, my first kiss was with a dude. you figure maybe i’d know i was gay from that alone maybe

6. kissed a girl?

i’ve kissed many a girls. not as many boys tho

7. had a job?ive had several and nearly hated every damn one of them

8. left the house without my wallet?

too many times than im comfortable with when im driving

9. bullied someone on the internet?\

DEFINITELY no. i hate that shit so much it’s disgusting

10. sexted?

yes. a few times. i used to rp a lot too tbh, which is how i made a lot of my friends online when i was 15

11. had sex in public?

no. i’ve done very basic shit???? in public i think. but that’s about as far as that went. nothing beyond teasing or being drunk at a club but i digress

12. smoked weed?

ive tried a few times and i never get anything out of it. i cant inhale smoke into my lungs, which honestly i don’t consider to be that much of a bad thing

13. smoked cigarettes?

yes. i smoked vaguely regularly for a while. and by regularly it was like once every week or so. i smoked stale ass cigs for quite a while. i’ve stopped completely tho unless im drinking. or at cons

14. smoked a cigar?

dear god no. even the smell is disgusting.

15. drank alcohol?

i think at this point we all know my relationship with chasing vodka down with a wine cooler. i love drinking, but i dont do it often at all

16. been to a wedding?

yes! my dads, almost my brothers, and my bro’s mother’s. my family is a wreck honestly.

17. been on the computer for 5 hours straight?

i feel like anyone on this fucking mess of a website has done this at least once in their life.

18. watched tv for 5 hours straight?

i haven’t straight watched cable tv for 5 hours, but i’ve definitely watched like netflix or hulu and shit for that long

19. been late for school?

ive never not been late to something at least once

20. kissed in the rain?

yes, and it’s not that cracked up to be. it’s more funny than romantic

21. showered with someone else?

yes. only partners tho

22. been outside my home country?

no, sadly. one day i’d love to travel everywhere

23. been on a road trip longer than 5 hours?

yes, i’ve driven down to florida more than 20 ish times during my life. that’s a 24 hour drive straight from where i live. i love road trips.

24. had lice?

once when i was a kid. i still remember my dad attempting to wash my hair. overall it was a bad experience.

25. gotten my heart broken?

i just did yesterday when i thought about ivan and boyd potentially getting into a fight about sin. otherwords, yeah. a lot more times than I’d like to think about. but i think i feel heartbroken about most things eventually. i think with my heart more than anything

26. had a credit card?

not yet, but im being forced into the process of getting one by my credit union

27. been to a professional sports game?

a few, yeah. It was mostly for family or friends sake. I’m not the biggest fan of sports.

28. broken a bone?

when I was really young I got a kidney infection and they had to strap a board to my arm. for years I thought I broke my arm. Surprisingly I’ve never broken a bone

29. been unhappy about my weight?

i feel like anyone who lives in america has been unhappy about their weight at least once in their life

30. won a trophy?

a few. one for soccer, a few for dance, the rest for grades i think. i cheated to get a math one, because I couldn’t do those times tables fast enough. I just memorized the number layout

31. cut myself?

when I was younger I used to. It was a rough time. I had a scar for a long time because of one of them. I don’t know what happened to it

32. been on a diet?

i dont know if i would count forcing yourself to not eat as a necessary diet, so no I haven’t been

33. rode in a taxi?

nope. not once. i for some reason didnt even think michigan had taxis until i started going to cons and seeing them

34. stayed up for 24 hours or more?

i do this more often than you’d think. i do this more often than actually get a decent amount of sleep

35. been to a concert?

yes. i love concerts honestly. one of the best experiences i’ve had and thankfully ive been to a lot of them

36. had a crush on someone of the same sex?

yeah. quite a few times

37. had braces?

nope. i just kind of have fucked up teeth on the bottom, but it’s never really bothered me

38. wore make up?

yeah, lots of times. i wouldn’t say im good at it, but i’ve worn it a lot

39. lost my virginity before I was 16?

uhhhhhhhhh??? yeah actually. I think I was 15 the first time.

40. kissed someone a different race than myself?

yeah, a few times. ive kissed a lot of people tbh

41. Snuck out of the house?

yeah. i used to all the time. i got good at lying about it too. i was a problem child when i was younger

42. had oral sex?

yeah. i’ve received it more than given considering I honestly really hate doing it, but yeah

43. dyed my hair?

over the last few years I’ve had died hair more than natural tbh

44. met someone famous?

YES ACTUALLY. i met the mystery//skulls guy. he’s a sweetheart. there’s been others but I can’t remember atm

45. been on vacation?

yes, and I wish I could go on one again

46. been on a boat?

yes but wow it’s been so long. i miss being on boats, i love it so much

47. been on an airplane?

yeah, a few times. they’re weird

48. prank called someone?

I have quite a long time ago. But i can hardly actually call people now let alone fuckin prank call someone

49. taken a pregnancy test?

I would say that maybe I have as a joke at some point, but I don’t honestly think I have

50. been suspended from school?

no, but I’ve been threatened to be suspended. honestly, how I never was I’m not really sure

#i feel like im constantly too honest on these things #but i dont really care #questions #sneepsnape

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pizzabass8-blog · 5 years

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James’ Birth Story

Daniel and I are so happy to welcome James Mitchell Woolson to our family. He was born on September 9, 2018 at 4:35pm, weighing in at 8 pounds 10 ounces and measuring 21.5 inches long. He is the sweetest little guy in the world, a complete clone of his dad, and he smells like heaven. Here is his birth story.

I was 41 weeks and six days and had an induction scheduled for Sunday at 41 +8. I wanted to see a movie to take my mind off of everything because I was getting so impatient. That Friday afternoon, we had planned to go see Blackkklansman but for some reason (I think it had a long runtime and I wasn’t sure my 10-month pregnant self would be comfortable in the theater) I told Daniel I wanted to see The Nun instead. Turns out, The Nun is one of the worst movies of all time. I like The Conjuring movies but The Nun had such a limited story and the scares were all silly jump scares. After, we went on a hunt to find the pumpkin pie blizzard. I saw a Dairy Queen commercial the day before and I had a craving. The first DQ we went to didn’t have it but we found it, a few towns away from where we live, and I’d say it was good but not as great as I’d hoped. All throughout that afternoon, I had been feeling contractions. I wasn’t timing them, but from 12 noon to 4pm, I was cramping and contracting. By 4:30 they were fairly painful. And then all of a sudden they stopped. I kept that crampy feeling for the rest of the night, eventually figuring he wasn’t coming anytime soon.

We went to sleep at 10pm and at 11:30 I woke up to my water breaking in the bed. Daniel was having trouble falling asleep so he took a Unisom at 11:00 and had just fallen asleep. So when I woke him up and told him my water broke he responded with a confused “OK.” and turned over and went back to sleep. I told him, “My water broke!” and he said, “it’s OK don’t worry about it” and then sat up and said, “wait what? OK!” and jumped out of bed. I showered and we packed last minute things in the bag, then drove to the hospital in Boston. The benefit of going late at night was absolutely no traffic. We got there a little before 1:30am.

Once we arrived and checked in, they hooked me and baby up to the monitors to check heart rates and blood pressure, both of which were normal. Since I wasn’t constantly leaking amniotic fluid (something I guess you usually do once your water breaks), they performed two tests (one with a swab and one with a speculum) to make sure it was indeed amniotic fluid I had released. One test came back inconclusive and the other one was positive so they decided to trust the declare my water “ruptured.”

Despite my water having broken and the mild contractions, my cervix was still closed and not effaced at all, so we decided to proceed with the original induction plan at that time. They began giving me oral doses of cytotec every two hours in an effort to ripen my cervix (soften it). I took the first dose at 4:15am and within 45 minutes I was feeling uncomfortable cramping and contractions radiating from my lower abdomen to my lower back. Unfortunately, there was meconium in the amniotic fluid, which meant I’d have to spend the whole cytotec induction hooked up to monitors. It made it tough to move around, made going to the bathroom more of a chore than I would have hoped, and didn’t allow me to feel like I could switch positions all that often (without disturbing the heart rate monitor and contraction monitor and needing the nurse to reposition them).

From the hours of 4:30am to 6:30pm, I took 6 oral doses of cytotec. I experienced contractions all the while, though they did pick up in intensity toward the end. I wasn’t able to sleep much during this time because of the monitors and frequent interruptions to take the medicine. I was already quite exhausted and still had a long way to go.

By 7:30pm we were moved into a delivery room and by 9pm, I started an IV of pitocin. Daniel and I were talking about how the contractions weren’t too bad and maybe I’d be one of those women you hear about that barely feel contractions (how naive we were!). My contractions intensified ten-fold within 15 minutes. By the 90-minute mark, they were unspeakably painful. I waited four hours and then had to get an epidural. I really regret waiting so long. I wanted to wait as long as possible but I had no idea how quickly the intensity of the pain would ramp up. I assumed it would be gradual and somewhat linear but it just went from “difficult but manageable” to “excruciating.” By the time I got it, I was in the worst pain of my life, unable to speak at all, throwing up, and having diarrhea. It’s hard for me to even think about that pain nowit was terrifying. Luckily, the epidural went in smoothly and within minutes the pain was dulled. It allowed me to drift in and out of sleep for a couple of hours.

At 7:30 that morning, I had a cervical check and was 5 or 6 centimeters and 80% effaced. They estimated I’d be fully dilated and effaced by noon. I was ready to start pushing at 1:00.

The next three and a half hours were incredibly difficult. With each contraction, I pushed with every single ounce of energy I had. The first hour wasn’t too bad. I was getting the hang of pushing and felt like I was making progress. Two hours in, I was vomiting, feeling unbelievably intense waves of spasms throughout my back, and nearly passing out between pushes. The doctor told me that my baby’s head was “right there,” just behind/under my pubic bone, and all I had to do was get his head to dip under it with some more pushing to get him out. I had to push through the pain and felt like the finish line was near. I tried and tried. And tried and tried and tried, pushing so hard all the capillaries in my face broke. I was in intense pain, nauseous, and completely exhausted. When we reached the end of hour 3 of pushing, it was clear we needed to get the baby out. I wondered if my epidural was working at all (and had wondered that for the previous three hours, too) because I felt everything. Wanting to avoid a C-section, the doctor gave us the option of using a vacuum assist. It’s a suction cup they attach to the baby’s head to try to guide him out as I push. At this point there were two doctors, six or seven nurses, and Daniel in the room. I started to get worried when the suction cup popped off on the first two pushes. I was told we had three pushes to get him out. By the third push, he was out. There was blood everywhere, the doctor’s face masks were covered in blood, my wonderful nurse’s glasses were probably ruined and there was even blood dripping from the ceiling. Brian De Palma would have said it was overkill.

All the pain I had been feeling instantly vanished. I burst into tears when they placed him on my chest, I was so incredibly happy to meet him and to know that he was alive, safe, and sound. “I love you so much!!” I told him over and over. I turned to Daniel, who had tears in his eyes. “Look at our beautiful boy,” I said. I loved him more than anything. I couldn’t believe he was here. I remember he was crying but not hysterical, and within a few seconds calmed down as I held him. I held him for a few minutes and then the NICU team that had been present for my labor took him for about 15 minutes to check him out beside my bed while Daniel stood with them and cut the umbilical cord. Luckily, he was completely healthy other than a slight abrasion on his head.

What I found out after he came out was that he had been in the occiput posterior position, or “sunny-side-up,” meaning that the baby was head-down but facing my abdomen (instead of facing my back). This positioning of the baby can trigger what they call “back labor” in women which I had and which would explain why I felt such intense pain, like my epidural had stopped working for most of the pushing. It is really, really difficult to push the baby out when he or she is in that position and I think in most cases I would have been advised to have a C-section if the doctors had realized the situation sooner.

The entire ordeal was painful, physically and emotionally. We had some wonderful labor and delivery nurses who I’m so grateful for, but overall, I found the four days we spent in the hospital to be really, really hard—and I’m sure some of that can be attributed to the fact that I only slept for 5 hours between Friday night and Tuesday night. By the time we were released, Daniel and I were so excited to finally go home with our little guy. Even after reading everything during pregnancy—books, forums, blogs—about labor and newborns, I realized that the experience is just truly impossible to understand until you go through it. It’s easily the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but when I see James, I’m so happy. He makes labor and every hard minute worth it. There is a reason women voluntarily go through this multiple times—the gift at the end makes everything else seem irrelevant.

Since we arrived home, things have gotten better every day. Daniel and I are so deeply in love with our son and so excited for the future!

Source: http://www.andiemitchell.com/james-birth-story/

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watchend76-blog · 5 years

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James’ Birth Story

At 7:30 that morning, I had a cervical check and was 5 or 6 centimeters and 80% effaced. They estimated I’d be fully dilated and effaced by noon. I was ready to start pushing at 1:00.

Since we arrived home, things have gotten better every day. Daniel and I are so deeply in love with our son and so excited for the future!

Source: http://www.andiemitchell.com/james-birth-story/

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