The Many Faces of Tempess and Tové

I feel like I've been slacking in the picture taking department, but here are a few candid shots of the girls. They are the cutest little things. At least Mommy thinks so.

When Business Meets Pleasure

Back in March, I interviewed a CPA for a feature for the magazine. In April, I met with his business manager for lunch. And today, these came for me all the way from Ohio. :-)

Happy Mother's Day!!!

From one mommy to all the others!!!

I spent the entire day with the two reasons I'm able to be honored today and it was awesome.

Mommydom Times Two

This is how I've spent most of my days for the past week. Squeezed in there are grabbing a bite to eat or a swig of water before both are taken from me, maybe a quick run to the bathroom and preparing dinner. Anything else is out of the question.

Some minutes I hate it and want to break down and cry. Most minutes I cherish it because I know it won't last forever.

T-Time: And the Winner Is...

Momfessions: Giving Up the Panties

Wal-Mart needs to start selling them....

Daddy Say What?!?!?!: Two Kids

"The way I see it, there's one for you and one for me."

Todd on why two is the perfect number of kids.

Temi Talks: Baby

"Baby! That's baby," grins Temi everytime Tové stirs. Then she tries to kiss her, rub her head or back or feed her chips. She has even tried to help me nurse.

I think she deserves Big Sister of the Year!

God is Good: The Tové Pureza Sparkman Story

Tové Pureza Sparkman

Nine months ago, I took four pregnancy tests that all came back negative and had to push my doctor to do a blood test because she didn't believe I was pregnant. Little did I know that was just the beginning of a pregnancy that would end in a crazy and amazing way.

My HCG levels were incredibly low - they showed I was one week pregnant when I was really at least six. My follow up ultrasound showed two masses - one in my tubes and an empty one in my uterus. There was concern that this was either a tubular pregnancy with a pseudosac inside my uterus or an anembryonic pregnancy, meaning there was a gestational sac but no fetal development and I would eventually miscarry. Turns out the mass in my tubes was a cyst which they removed via laparoscopy, but my HCG levels were still low. Subsequent ultrasounds and prenatal checkups showed that my levels quickly increased and everything was on par to be a low-risk pregnancy.

Thank God!!! I was terrified and worry stayed in the back of my mind the entire pregnancy, although I tried not to focus on it.

Super parents with the super child

Fast forward through nine months of morning sickness, pelvic pain, upper respiratory viruses and stomach flus and Braxton Hicks contractions. I couldn't fall asleep on the night of April 29, 2013. Finally at about 1:30 a.m. on April 30, my eyes closed, but I spent the next two and a half hours tossing and turning trying to get comfortable. Then I felt it. The first contraction. It was more intense the already intense Braxton Hicks contractions I had been feeling for the past three months. It subsided. I feel asleep. Then another one. I could feel the rise, peak and fall of each contraction.

Oh sh!t!! This might be the real deal. I should probably start tracking these.

I grabbed my phone and for the next hour and a half, I tracked contractions. They were roughly 10 min apart, then 7.5 min apart. Between 6 and 6:30 a.m. I had my midwife paged and she called me back. She confirmed it was more than likely the real deal, but to wait until they were five minutes apart before we headed to the hospital. Relax, grab some food, take a bath, she suggested.

They started getting more intense and coming faster. Meanwhile, Tempess woke up and Todd got her dressed. Between contractions, I tried to do her hair. One ponytail at a time. Todd ran me some bath water and I hunched over on the couch, squeezing whatever was in reach while screaming OWWWWWW!!!!! and other inaudible sounds. I got in the tub which helped tremendously! Oh yeah, I can't wait to get to the hospital and do this waterbirth thing. It's going to be amazing! I thought as I was able to breathe through each contraction. Temi who loves baths and playing and water joined me. For about five minutes, it was a beautiful thing. The relief didn't last long as the contractions increased in frequency and I started feeling pressure. That's when I told Todd and he got Temi dressed, for the second time.

I tried to track a few more contractions so that I could let my midwife know exactly how far apart they were. At this point it seemed like they were never ending and the pressure was becoming really intense. I crawled out the tub and into the hallway, called my midwife. It wasn't even 8 a.m. yet. My contractions were about 3.5-4 minutes apart. I told her we were heading out to the hospital and she said she would meet us there.

The rescue team on the scene

Todd went to get the car and get Temi strapped in. I struggled to get dressed and walk out the door. We got in the car and as we were pulling out of the parking lot, I asked Todd for the towel and garbage bag in case my water broke on the way. We realized he had thrown it in the trunk in the midst of us moving. "I'm sure we'll be fine. I doubt my water breaks in the next 20 minutes, let's just keep going. We need to hurry up and get there."

Todd drove like a scene straight from Fast and Furious. Meanwhile, I was grabbing, squeezing and punching anything I could get my hands on. There was lots of screaming and singing "Jeeeeeeeesssssuuuuuusssssss." Managing pain in the front seat of a Ford Focus is surreal and d@mn near impossible. I'm surprised I didn't break the window or the door because I'm sure I punched the heck out of both. We got off 290 at the York Rd exit and I looked up just as we were passing our turn. I told Todd he needed to turn around and almost immediately, I could feel the baby bearing down. At some point, I snatched my seat belt off, turned around and squatted in the front seat. Temi started crying to get free, but calmed down after awhile.

I could feel something pushing out of me, not sure what it was, I turned around and sat back down and told Todd we were going to have to call 911 and he was going to have to deliver this baby. "Calm down babe. You're fine. Just focus on breathing. We'll be there in two minutes." "I'm telling you my body is pushing and I don't know how to NOT push."

The pressure went away. Sigh. Okay we're gonna make it. Then it came back, stronger. Yup something is definitely coming out. "Todd!!! We need to pull over NOW!! "Babe just breathe. You are not about to have this baby. Just take a deep breath." The pressure went away. Okay, we're cutting it close but I can do this. Oh sh!t I can feel the baby crowning. A long slew of expletives exploded out of my mouth as I unkindly directed Todd to pull over RIGHT NOW! He kept driving. I pulled down my pants and there was the top of my baby's head. Todd looked over. Pulled the car to the side of the road and the rest of the baby came out in our hands. It was 8:40 a.m.

She was really dark and covered in something. There was no sound. I turned her over and her face was covered. I broke the sac and I heard a little cry and saw her breathing. I immediately lifted my shirt to get her to nurse. She wouldn't but I continued to hold her close and kept trying. Todd called 911 and hopped out the car, grabbed a towel from the trunk and we wrapped her up.

For about 15 seconds, Todd lost it and started punching the steering wheel and screaming. This then sent Tempess into an uncontrollable fit that apparently lasted for the next two hours. Todd composed himself and finished talking to the 911 operator and while simultaneously trying to navigate to the hospital. GPS said we were five minutes from the hospital so Todd set out for our destination. Unfortunately, we were five minutes from the old hospital. We got there and realized we were in the wrong place. Todd pulled to the stop sign, looked up and there was a police car to our right. We both flagged him down. He pulled up on side of us.

T4 - Taija, Todd, Tempess and Tové

"Yeah, I just delivered my baby in my car and I'm trying to get to the hospital but the GPS just sent us to the wrong place." The police officer looked in the car, pulled out his radio and less than five minutes later, we were surrounded. The paramedics cut the umbilical cord, took the baby, then lifted me out of the car. Baby and I rode in the ambulance to the hospital and Todd and Tempess followed.

The paramedics ran tests on me and baby, who's APGAR scores were 8 and 9 and we arrived to a welcoming party at the Family Birthing Center at Elmhurst Memorial Hospital.

"I just knew you were going to have that baby in the car when I got here and you weren't here. I've been pacing back and forth waiting for you guys to get here," my midwife said.

She delivered the placenta, they cleaned off baby and the rest was easy peasy.

God is good!! Or Tové. Tové Pureza Sparkman. It means God is good, pure. And He most definitely is. From conception to delivery, He has watched over and blessed my child. And she now has an awesome birth story to share. And we're local celebrities!

 

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