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Richard Jarrett Schario’s Birth Story

// Baby, Personal

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Richard Jarrett Schario was born 18 December 2020 at 13:50 PM and, I have to say, he is absolutely perfect.

The End of Pregnancy

Before I write about how he came into the world, it’s important to capture a bit of context from the end of my pregnancy. The short version: it was not going especially well.

I am so lucky. In the grand scheme of things, everything went phenomenally. I had a pregnancy that was relatively easy and smooth. But around the 36-week mark, I started having a hard time keeping food down.

The Sunday before Thanksgiving (November 22), I was unable to keep anything down at all. As I was vomiting into the toilet, crying tears from the pain of vomiting for the umpteenth time that day, I turned to Casey and said I thought we had a problem. Vomiting had been a part of my pregnancy throughout, but that was a meal here or there, not a total inability to keep anything down. That Sunday marked a whole weekend where I hadn’t kept any food down- not even saltines. I wasn’t nauseated, I just was constantly vomiting. When I called my doctor’s on call line, she asked me to head into maternity triage (the hospital) just to let them run some tests to make sure everything was okay. Okay. Scared, we did exactly that. Thankfully, it was. An IV bag, a series of blood tests, a roll of fetal heart rate monitoring tape, and a 6 hours later, we went home grateful but scared. I was allowed to go up to 10 Tums per day to try to quell my heartburn to see if that helped.

That week, when I went in for my 35 week appointment (November 24, also our wedding anniversary), my doctor and her midwife spent a lot of time asking questions about how I was feeling and what was going on. They were starting to get nervous because I had lost 3 lbs from the prior week, which now put me at less than 20 lbs gained throughout the pregnancy and was a general flag this late in the game. They sent me to triage again because that would be the only way to get same-day lab results. I was confident that I’d be going home again, so I was anxious but okay with it. I didn’t even have C come to the hospital. I went home knowing that I needed to be more diligent about drinking Ensures, protein shakes, and Pedialyte if I wanted to let this baby bake all the way until he was ready.

The following week (December 1), I went in for my weekly checkup (Week 36) to slightly better news: I hadn’t lost any more weight and baby’s ultrasound looked good. I hadn’t gained any but not losing more felt like a win for me. I was still vomiting most days. My ribs were hurting from a combination of baby taking up all the space and the act of vomiting being so frequent. Another trip to triage, another IV bag, another series of blood tests, and thankfully another trip home. I had brought my laptop this time, optimistic that I was going to get the chance to work (it’s pretty boring) and that once again I’d be going home. I had a company-wide presentation to deliver this day at work over Zoom, and I did. From the hospital. And, I’m proud of myself for it. I knew that I was fine and I wasn’t ready to have this baby, so to me there was no difference in delivering the presentation from the hospital vs from home.

At my 37 week appointment, I was feeling better but still not keeping food down. Again, I hadn’t lost weight, so I wouldn’t be going to triage, but we’d be keeping a close eye on things. I would not be going to triage on December 8.

After watching Army beat Navy on Dec 12 (38w2d)

On December 15, Casey and I celebrated 7 years of dating. I also had my 38 week appointment. While there, they had me do a non stress test (NST) which is meant to check on the baby’s heart rate, especially in relation to the contractions I was having. Unfortunately, the baby’s heart rate was all over the place. Sometimes this means you have an “irritable uterus,” which is when you have contractions that don’t help you progress into labor, but sometimes it means there’s something else. They sent me to get an ultrasound before I could go home. There, they discovered that my amniotic fluid was low. Normal would have been 13 centimeters. Mine was only 8. Five would have sent me off for induction on the spot, but since it was only 8, my doctor and I discussed our options. We concluded that I’d come back on Thursday, two days later, and we’d recheck my fluid. My doctor told me to prepare that if things didn’t get better, I’d be induced on Thursday.

I went home anxious and cried to C. Over the next day and a half, we prepped things in the house: buttoning up the hospital bag, running final errands, prepping food, etc.

I worked until noon on Thursday. Around 10 am, I noticed I was, for lack of a better term, “leaking.” I texted my doula who asked a couple of questions, but suggested it was probably just pre-labor things. After work, I ate, showered, packed up my car, and headed to my doctor’s appointment. Aware of the possibility that I wouldn’t be going home, I was prepared, but I was also optimistic, so C didn’t come with me. We did have a plan for Bo- C could drop him off until 6 PM at the boarder. We’d booked him a stay until Monday, just in case.

At the doctor’s office, I was excited to hear, that my fluid was great and normal. My NST was still off, but my doctor was more okay with it given the fluid recovery. She suggested going to triage to run some tests, just in case. Then, I mentioned to her that I felt like I had been leaking since the morning. She insisted on just confirming that my water had not broken; if not, I’d go home.

Looking at my watch, I texted Casey to drop Bo off at the boarder. Meanwhile, I went to McDonald’s and bought a bacon cheeseburger and a large fries. Once you go to the hospital, they don’t really let you leave. I wanted to eat before they wouldn’t let me.

Then, I went to triage. They took some blood, some pee, and some swabs to see if my water broke. Just in case, I asked for a hep lock when they wanted to put in an IV. I watched HGTV and scrolled Twitter.

Less than an hour later, the nurse came back to tell me that my water had broken and that I was being admitted. I called Casey and told him we were going to be doing the real deal.

I AM SO GLAD I WENT TO McDONALD’S!

Labor and Delivery

It was evening when we were finally admitted. Casey texted our families, letting them know that things were getting started and we’d update when there were updates to be made- this would keep anyone from reaching out. He went to the car and got the stuff that we had prepared while I got a COVID test and was admitted to the hospital.

After being admitted into the L&D ward, I asked for walking monitors for fetal monitoring. (Since my water had burst, I needed to have continuous monitoring.) I was given Cytotec to help me progress in labor and put on Pitocin. I was managing my pain well. Between the adrenaline pumping through me and the nurses checking on me every 30 mins, I struggled to sleep. I just kept asking Casey to hold my hand or touch my arm. It was such a small thing but it made me feel wildly better.

Around 4 AM, I asked for my epidural. Around 9 AM, my doctor came in and saw that I hadn’t really progressed since my epidural. We were going to pause my Pitocin and pop the rest of my bag (I had only had a high break, which meant a lot of my water was still in tact). Around 11 AM, my doctor came by and did exactly that. At that point, things started to move very quickly.

Even with the epidural, around 1 PM I was writhing in discomfort. I turned to Casey and I begged him to call the nurse. When she came in, she checked me and found that I was at 9+ centimeters and ready to go. They spent some time getting things ready and calling Dr. G in.

There were 5 people in the room, I think, in addition to C. I was a bit overwhelmed by all the things being said to me, so I just kept turning to Casey for guidance. It was easier to shut out all the other people giving me instructions. I kept asking if the baby was okay. I don’t know why but I was so worried about that.

I pushed for 25 minutes (I only vomited once), and then Richard Jarrett was born at 13:50 at exactly 6 lbs.

Length was 19.25 inches

We call him RJ.

Casey texted our families and we told them we’d call them later.

Recovery

RJ was born just before 2 PM and by 4 PM I was on my own in our room walking around and doing my thing. I do consider myself incredibly lucky and how great of a recovery I have had (and am having!).

I think my physical bounce back is in large part because of the diligence in my fitness routine over the last couple of years. Pre-pandemic, the reality is I was working out more than I wasn’t, and while there are loads of posts here of me whining about how I wasn’t working out enough, I know that my body has been able to do incredible things in large part because I have taken good care of it. I am more excited than ever to bounce back into a CrossFit routine post-vaccination. (I am planning on doing Glowbody PT postpartum recovery plan as soon as I’m cleared.)

At this point, I was SO hungry. After we were moved to our new recovery room and settled, I asked Casey if he would pick us up pizza and apple juice. I was very hungry at this point, and I really wanted a stuff crust Pizza Hut pizza. He was very nice to indulge me and do exactly that. Since having RJ, I have found myself craving apple juice more regularly. I never drank juice before and now I can’t get enough.

Me on the left, RJ on the right- don’t we look alike?

We stayed in the hospital Friday and Saturday nights. While I suggested that Casey go home to get some real sleep, the fact that we had no obligations at home (we had boarded Bo) made it easier for him to stay with me.

Be still, my heart.

The recovery days in the hospital are a bit of a blur. They’re a combo of nurses coming to check on us every couple of hours and a crying baby who seemed to be on a different schedule from the nurses. There were also so many feelings. I don’t think I understood just how many emotions and feelings there were going to be but there were.

One thing of note that I’m grateful for: by the time we left the hospital, my pregnancy heartburn was gone. It really must have been that full head of hair! I think I needed Tums 2 or 3 more times. I haven’t touched it since I got home.

He’s so little. December 20, 2020

Coming Home

Thanks to our friends at Livia’s Artes, RJ had this beautiful outfit to go home in. He’s probably a couple of months from filling it out, but that just means he’ll get more wear out of it.

We loaded into the car, put RJ into the car seat, let the hospital staff inspect it, and we were on our way home.

At home, we’ve gotten into a cute routine. By sheer luck, RJ was born at the beginning of C’s winter break, so he got to be home for the first two weeks. (I am on maternity leave from work.)

Because I’m breastfeeding, I handle the night feedings. We’re lucky that RJ pretty much only wakes up when he’s hungry or he’s lost his pacifier. In the case of the former, it’s all me. In the case of the latter, it depends on who is up. He rarely wakes up because of his diaper- we just couple that with his feedings.

He’s so cute, I don’t even mind that I haven’t slept more than 90 minutes at a time.
December 21, 2020

We have his elephant-themed nursery upstairs in a room adjoining our bedroom. He currently sleeps in a bassinet called the Snoo at night and does most of his daytime naps in our pack and play downstairs.

Christmas Eve 2020

Christmas 2020

We have our very own Christmas tradition that we’ve developed over the years- We don’t travel at all. We open one gift on Christmas Eve. On Christmas day, Casey makes us prime rib and Bo gets a nice present. We watch the Santa Clause movies (all of them). It’s a special time with lots of cheese and shrimp cocktail.

Christmas Eve in our Schario family jammies from 2018

This year, anticipating that RJ could come at any point over the holidays, we had our Christmas celebration a couple of weeks early (right after Thanksgiving). It really removed a lot of pressure and allowed us to be focused on learning what it was to be a family of three over the Christmas holiday.

Portrait mode makes everyone a photographer

Of course, RJ was the best Christmas gift we ever could have asked for. We are madly in love with him, and he has brought us so much joy. I could stare at his face all day.

I call this one “milk drunk”

On Christmas Day, C did end up making another Prime Rib (yum!) that we savored as a family of three.

Featuring Schario Family Jammies for 2020

There are all these cliches that I heard before- your heart gets bigger, you have a new appreciation for all parents, etc. And, now I get them all! Even when I’m exhausted and I just want to go to sleep, he’ll smile (probably not even for me), but it makes me turn into a ball of mush.

BFFs already

There’s still a lot we need to learn and manage. Bo has been adjusting incredibly and is veery protective when RJ cries. He sleeps on the floor of our room at night, right next to the door to the nursery. Whenever he gets the chance, he goes to the nurses to look at RJ (which he can’t do, but which he tries).

What an incredible celebration. 2020 was a special year. ❤️

Emilie

Emilie is an Army Wife, Data Engineer, and CrossFitter with a love for working through her thoughts in this space on the internet. She is a contributor to many open source projects including dbt, Meltano, and GitLab. She lives with her husband Casey, their son RJ, and their pup Bo in Columbus, GA.

2020 Year in Review

// Life Lately, Personal

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WHAT A YEAR. Sure, 2020 might be the year of the global pandemic, but it’s also the year Casey and I became parents. With two deployments, a job change, a move, grad school, and a new baby, 2020 was full even if it wasn’t full of travel.

Note: I’m actually publishing this on Jan 10, but backdating it to Dec 31, 2020 because I want to be able to find it again next year.

Overview

  • January: Rung in the New Year in Savannah. C deployed. Spoke at GitLab Commit SF. Hit some heavy clean and jerks.
  • February: Celebrated Marcos and Walter’s 10th anniversary in MA. Went to Boulder, CO for the e-group offsite.
  • March: PR’d my pull-ups with 8 strict pull ups. Started lockdown. Weird family zooms. Casey made the little chickens.
  • April: Made banana bread. Took vacation from work. Found out we were pregnant (April 19th).
  • May: Survived?
  • June: Turned 27. Announced our pregnancy. Casey turned 27. C deployed.
  • July: My sister visited and made me French onion soup. Celebrated Bo’s birthday.
  • August: Took a cooking class at Chef Darrin’s. C came home. Switched jobs.
  • September: Zoom baby shower. Surprised my mom with a trip to NJ.
  • October: Started grad school. Moved.
  • November: Took maternity pictures. Thanksgiving with the Larkins.
  • December: Finished my first quarter of grad school. Spoke at dbt Coalesce. HAD A BABY.

Physical

This year was a bit different on the physical front. Instead of crushing weightlifting PRs, I had a baby- with a relatively easy pregnancy, all things considered. I was hitting PRs before I got pregnant. I am reminded of my own words: Progress is not a straight line.

The strength comes from the uniform pic.twitter.com/inlQRuuq1J

— Emilie Schario (@emilieschario) March 7, 2020

Now, I’m not one to suggest that one should stop working out while pregnant, as I did this year, much to my chagrin. This was more a factor of circumstances: the pandemic shut things down at the same time that I discovered I was pregnant. When things eventually reopened, I was so pregnant that I was no longer comfortable with the risk that COVID-19 posed to us.

Grade: B+

Financial

Last year, the goal was to hit a 100K net worth, and we did. We more than doubled our net worth and quintupled our liquid assets. As we plan to buy a house in the next year, we’ve stayed focus on the things that matter, without limiting ourselves too much.

One thing that I’ve come to appreciate: when I was in that first job fresh out of college, making 38K/year, I remember making $600 payments on my debt and feeling like that was SO much money. This month, though, my retirement accounts at Betterment (so retirement accounts, not including my 401K which is at another provider) earned that much in interest (and these are just mine, since retirement accounts are in individual names).

Grade: A

Professional

After an incredible time at GitLab, including winning the Transparency award, August was my last day. A year ago, I had said that my next career move was going to be as head of data at a 100 person startup, slightly frustrated with the things that come from transitioning to an enterprise. I had watched GitLab grow from 280 people to over 1300. My plan was that I’d sit tight, continue my work, have the baby (and my maternity leave) and then start seeing what the market looked like.

Almost a year before plan, though, I had an incredible opportunity to join Netlify as Head of Data, working for the most incredible VP of Engineering. And, I am so glad I did. This role is a delight. I’ve gotten the chance to build a wonderful team and I think we’ve gotten to be really impactful in my first three months.

I’m now out on maternity leave, but I feel good about the state of my team. While I’m absolutely adoring this time home, I am also excited to go back to work. I’m grateful to really get to do a special job that I do thoroughly enjoy.

Grade: A

Fave 5 Blog Posts

  1. Bun in the Oven. Fully Baked December 2020
  2. Appreciating that my body is growing a human (34 weeks)
  3. Ideal week vs actual week
  4. 27: A day of favorite food
  5. Spend time outside

Top 5 Books

  1. How the Internet Happened: From Netscape to the iPhone by Brian McCullough
  2. Bad Blood: Secrets and Lies in a Silicon Valley Startup by John Carreyrou
  3. Uncanny Valley by Anna Wiener
  4. Expecting Better: Why the Conventional Pregnancy Wisdom is Wrong- and What You Really Need to Know by Emily Oster
  5. Maybe You Should Talk to Someone: A Therapist, Her Therapist, and Our Lives Revealed by Lori Gottlieb

Honorable Mention: Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng

Goals

HAHAHAHAHA. What a year.

Read 34 books

I read 30 books. I lost 2 months this year to my first trimester, in which there was no energy left over for anything but survival and the last quarter of the year to the chaos that was my life, so I’m very pleased with how I did, even if I didn’t hit my goals.

Push the limits of what my body can do

While I hoped for things like a 300 lbs deadlift, I ended up hitting this in a different way because BABY.

Build a career plan

Gold. freaking. star.

Be more proactive in cultivating my friendships

Well, I was good at this in the beginning of the year, especially with C deployed at the beginning, but then pandemic and 🤷‍♀️

Say no to more things

Nah, not really good at this. I will never be good at this.

Previous Years in Review

  • 2019
  • 2018
  • 2017
  • 2016
  • 2015
Emilie

Emilie is an Army Wife, Data Engineer, and CrossFitter with a love for working through her thoughts in this space on the internet. She is a contributor to many open source projects including dbt, Meltano, and GitLab. She lives with her husband Casey, their son RJ, and their pup Bo in Columbus, GA.

Appreciating that my body is growing a human (34 weeks)

// Baby, Personal

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I hope that when I look back at this period of life, I think about how incredible this season of life is. I hope that I am wow’ed with my body, with its incredible ability to grow a human, to support my ambitions, and to work hard. I hope that I am appreciative of the work ethic I was raised with that has allowed me to push myself to manage working a new job, starting grad school, growing a human, and moving in a tight window. I hope that I remember the leaders and mentors in my life that have helped me answer the craziest questions without derision and with nothing but the best intentions.

My body is growing a human- a little baby boy, an active baby boy. I feel him moving all day. I have heard of women who have to work at doing things like kick counts. Baby S must be a gymnast in the making, tumbling around inside of me all day.

And, while it’s been me, it’s also been C supporting me, in the absolutely most incredible way. I never could have imagined how above and beyond Casey would go, but he has and it’s been amazing.

I mentioned in passing yesterday that we were out of tapioca pudding. This morning, when I went downstairs, I opened the fridge to find 8 tapioca pudding cups.

I’ve always known that things would evolve over the course of our marriage, but this season in particular has been the biggest transition we’ve ever had.

Having the luxury of working from home, I always was the person responsible for dinner. Now, work bleeds into evening classes. I might spend 12 hours in front of a computer, between studying, work, and actually attending classes. I almost always come down for a bite of food before heading back upstairs. Dinner is always there, ready for me, requiring no brain space.

Such a small thing, but one I am incredibly appreciative of.

This pregnancy has certainly not been easy or perfect. At 34 weeks, I am still vomiting multiple times a week. Sleep completely eludes me. My weight gain has been a bit on the light side. My blood pressure teeters on low. There’s a global pandemic ongoing.

But, I’m also 27 and healthy and things are going incredibly well. And, this is, after all, just a season. At the end of which, we’ll have our little baby boy here to turn our world completely upside down.

Maternity Photo Details: Thanks to Jennifer Corcoran for our Maternity Photos. These were taken in Old Town in Columbus, GA. I was 32 weeks and 3 days on the day these were taken. I am wearing the Saslax Maternity Off Shoulders Half Circle Gown in Emerald Green.

Emilie

Emilie is an Army Wife, Data Engineer, and CrossFitter with a love for working through her thoughts in this space on the internet. She is a contributor to many open source projects including dbt, Meltano, and GitLab. She lives with her husband Casey, their son RJ, and their pup Bo in Columbus, GA.

September 2020 Plans

// Baby, Goals

Reading Time: 3 minutes

August’s Reflection

This was a good month. C came home from his FOURTH deployment and it feels like we’re transitioning phases in life from this rapid pace of deployments and go-go-go to this new phase of immense amount of responsibility as we prep for parenthood.

Looking ahead, September is going to be a WILD month.

I can do all things in him who strengthens me.

Philippians 4:13

Holding on to this one this month because I’m a bit overwhelmed by the thought of what I’ve signed myself up for.

20 Week Appointment: SMALL HUMAN IS STILL SMALL HUMANING. Yep, yep, this is still a thing that is ongoing (at least for a few more months). My growing waistline is past the point of “did Emilie gain some weight?”

August 18, 2020 at 22 Weeks Pregnant.

Read 4 Books: I finished SIX books in August: So You Want to Talk About Race by Ijeoma Oluo (should be required reading), Little Women by Louisa May Alcott (slog), Working in Public by Nadia Eghbal (Thanks Claire for the suggestion), A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles (fiction that hits you in the feels), The First 90 Days by Michael Watkins (for new job), and The Data Warehouse Toolkit by Ralph Kimball (meh). Now, of course, I always count books in the months I finish them, so this count is a bit misleading. For example, I started Little Women back in January after watching the movie, which I did not enjoy. I also started So You Want to Talk About Race in July. But the other four were started and finished in August. Call that catching up on the months without reading thanks to that first trimester.

Career thing: NEW JOB.

Today is my last day at @gitlab . The last 2 ¼ years have been an incredible learning opportunity. Working at GitLab has been more than I ever imagined it would be. 1/

— Emilie Schario (@emilieschario) August 21, 2020

I had no idea what I was signing up for back in 2018, but it's been a wonderful adventure.

Esp grateful for the leadership of really talented folks like @sytses, @streas, @pmachle, and @tayloramurphy

Mixed feelings but very excited for what's next.. https://t.co/aKbr7A9Dur

— Emilie Schario (@emilieschario) August 21, 2020

After 800+ wonderful days full of twists and turns and roller coaster surprises at GitLab, August 21 was my last day. After a week of vacation, yesterday was my first day at Netlify. This was an incredible career opportunity that I just couldn’t pass up.

Grad School plan: LinkedIn Update, so you know it’s real. Later this month, I start an MBA Program at UNC Kenan-Flagler Business School. Because having a baby, starting a new job, and moving weren’t enough…

Read 30 Pages of CF L1 Book: This isn’t a priority and I need to stop lying to myself that it is.

Finish the wedding album based on printed pictures: I didn’t finish, but I did get the album and get through: getting ready, before, church, bridal party, and the pictures of us. ALL that’s left is the pictures of the party itself, which is about a third of the pictures.

September Plans

  • Have a successful 24 Week Appointment
  • Finish the wedding album
  • Either move or figure out the moving situation
  • Read 4 books
  • Make ONE open source contribution
  • Get all my stuff squared away for the first day of school (setup, notes, orientation completed)

Weekly

  • Budget
  • Weekly review

Daily

  • Prenatal
  • Floss
  • Read
  • Outside
  • Move
Emilie

Emilie is an Army Wife, Data Engineer, and CrossFitter with a love for working through her thoughts in this space on the internet. She is a contributor to many open source projects including dbt, Meltano, and GitLab. She lives with her husband Casey, their son RJ, and their pup Bo in Columbus, GA.

It still feels like the 53rd day of March…

// Personal

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blah, blah, pandemic, blah blah

I don’t need to say the same thing everyone else is saying, but the low level of stress build up that is just in the top layer of everything is just there now and there’s nothing to be done about it.

Onward…

I took a cooking class at Chef Darin‘s in Savannah. The brunch was absolutely beautiful: poached eggs over corn pancakes with proscuito-wrapped tomatoes covered in a vinaigrette, cold peach soup, and a lemon biscuit with homemade whipped cream. Absolutely stunning.

I would strongly recommend one of Chef Darin’s classes.

Of course, not every Sunday brunch can look like that, but that doesn’t mean we can’t still try. A much more typical Sunday brunch at home looks like this: three fried eggs, turkey bacon, and a piece of fruit- in this case, nectarine.

This brunch was for a Zoom brunch date and just want to +1 this idea for anyone considering it. It was so nice to just sit over Zoom and chit chat with Claire for an hour.

While running errands, I discovered Bowtie Barbecue over by the mall. I’m still sketchy on the whole eating-out thing, but their bar was empty, so I felt good sitting this for an appetizer with a book (C was still deployed). Their fried green tomatoes were probably the best I’ve ever had. I would ABSOLUTELY recommend.

The ornament I made back in February (eleventy-million days ago) got back from the finisher and isn’t it adorable? If you look reeeeally closely, you’ll see the spots where I flubbed the line spacing, but no one will and it’s fine either way. I make these ornaments for me.

Short and sweet this time! Still think new normal isn’t normal yet.

Emilie

Emilie is an Army Wife, Data Engineer, and CrossFitter with a love for working through her thoughts in this space on the internet. She is a contributor to many open source projects including dbt, Meltano, and GitLab. She lives with her husband Casey, their son RJ, and their pup Bo in Columbus, GA.

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