Ok, so I'm going to try this again, as I had this post almost complete when I accidentally deleted it all. I was so mad! Anyway, this will most likely be a LONG post, so sit back, relax, maybe grab a warm beverage...just a thought.
Now lets see, where did I leave off? I believe my last post was around week 37 when I wasn't induced. For the remainder of week 36 and 37, after my first induction scare, I was put on bed rest due to my elevated blood pressure. Bed rest stinks, although I didn't have to load the dishwasher or take down the Christmas tree right away, which was nice. I would go on a daily outing to CVS to check my blood pressure, and come back home, although occasionally I cheated and grabbed dinner before heading back to the homestead. I kept up that schedule until my 38 week appointment on Monday, January 11th.
I went in to my 38 week appointment on the 11th, and I was nervous even before I did the routine testing. I knew that I was lucky not being induced at 37 weeks (my blood pressure was elevated and my platelets were dropping, but steadily picked up, saving me from a 37 week induction), but they never guaranteed me anything. I could have had the baby anytime at that point. My doctor told me that she would definitely induce at 39 weeks, but if my blood pressure was slightly elevated, or if my platelets had dropped anymore, she would induce me earlier than that. Anyway, back to my 38 week appointment. I got called back to do the routine testing, and the last test the nurse did was my blood pressure. As the nurse strapped on the cuff, I knew it was the moment of truth...134/90. It was over. I knew what my doctor was going to say. As I walked back to the waiting room to wait for the doctor, I caught Colt's eye from across the room. I was smiling, but also sick to my stomach from nerves. He knew what I was going to say too. It was obviously not a "good" situation, because my blood pressure was high, but we were also relieved to be having the baby, and not be put on bed rest again. They assured me at 37 weeks that the baby would most likely be fully developed and I was 38 weeks at that point. I finally got called back to see the doctor. When she reviewed my results, she confirmed our suspicions. She said at that point she was obligated to induce me for my own health. The baby was doing great, but it was me that she was worried about. She wanted to send me to St. Joseph's Hospital that night to start the induction, and she asked if I was comfortable going to that hospital, since I had never been there before. I asked if there was any way I could go to UCH (University Community Hospital), because I had been there several times before visiting my cousins after they had their babies, my cousin Lauren used to work in Labor and Delivery there and knew all of the nurses and doctors, and we had been there when we had to go to Triage for testing. She told me to go home and REST, and prepare to be induced the following night at UCH. She would be there on Wednesday morning to deliver the baby. Colt and I were so thrilled that she would be delivering Cash. We chose an OB practice that had several female doctors, and we weren't guaranteed to have a certain doctor deliver us. We had seen Dr. Polender several times throughout our pregnancy, and had been dealing with her exclusively those last few weeks. We filled out some paperwork in the office, and made our way back home to wait it out. I won't lie...Monday night and Tuesday morning/afternoon were horrible. I was SO NERVOUS about the induction that I basically threw up the entire time I was home. I wish I could have enjoyed those last two days of my pregnancy, but I was so worked up. Side Note: It turns out that all of that throwing up helped the process along, because my cervix was closed at my appointment on Monday, and I had dilated 1.5 cm by Tuesday night. I was really wound up on Monday night, so Colt took me for a late night drive which was nice. Tuesday morning/afternoon was spent laying around, being sick to my stomach, and packing our things. I had heard some good stories about induction, and some horror stories. Finally we made it to Tuesday evening, and it was time to go to the hospital.
Colt packed up the car with our things, and two diaper bags, one for baby necessities, and the other full of fun baby outfits! It was a pretty quiet 10 minute ride to the hospital, besides Colt sweetly trying to calm me down. We got there around 7pm and my parents were waiting in the lobby. The security guard said they could come up and visit once I got settled in my room. It seems strange, but I will always remember the elevator ride up to the second floor. I had been in it several times before, going to see Tara and Lauren's babies, as well as when we had to go to Triage in the weeks previous. I kept thinking, the next time we're in this elevator we'll be coming back down with a baby. Colt gave me a reassuring kiss, and we stepped out to make the long walk down the Labor and Delivery hallway. We checked in with the nurse and she showed us to Labor and Delivery Room 4. Our nurse, Sara, took my blood pressure and had me leave a urine sample. "Now I have to do some mean things to you," she said. That is always a really calming thing to hear. She inserted my IV, which was apparently the "mean thing", although I didn't think it was bad at all. She started me on some fluids, which made my fingers swell up! She also gave me a little bit of Zofran, which is an anti-nausea medication. That helped settle my nervous stomach! After that my parents were able to come up. We sat there and talked, and laughed while the fluids were going through the IV, until the nurse came in and said it was time to start the Cervidil. I had been very nervous about this, maybe more nervous than anything else. I had heard mixed reviews on Cervidil, which is a cervix softener. Some women said it wasn't bad at all, and others said it was way worse than any other part of labor. Its basically a little piece of fabric that is placed on the cervix to soften and dilate it. I didn't think it was that bad. It was very uncomfortable, and not something I'd volunteer for, but it wasn't horrible. It stung for a few seconds afterwards, but after that I couldn't even feel it. My parents were allowed back in the room to hang out for a while longer. I wasn't allowed to eat or drink anything for two hours after the Cervidil was placed. At the time I wasn't even hungry, so it wasn't a big deal. Around 10:30pm, the nurse came in and said the baby was perfect and that I could eat a little bit early if I wanted to. Colt went to Subway and got me a steak and cheese sub! Delicious! After I ate, the nurse came in and gave me some Ambien to be able to sleep. My parents left around 11:30pm, so they could make it back the next morning at 7am! I had never taken Ambien before, and it hit me pretty fast. I fell asleep fairly quickly, but I only stayed asleep for about a half hour. I had some crazy, 3D dreams during that half hour though! I remember having to go to the bathroom during the night, and the nurse unhooking me from my IV so I could walk, and being really dizzy and wobbly. After that half hour, I was up the rest of the night, give or take a few minutes of sleep here and there. The contractions started to get really uncomfortable during the night, but I got through them. Around 7am the next morning they started the Pitocin. The contractions started coming really close together, and were pretty painful. They asked me if I wanted the epidural, but I opted for a shower first. After my shower the nurse called the nurse anesthetist in to prep me. She put the plastic paper over my back, and cleaned the injection site. They wanted me to put my elbows on my knees (not an easy feat for a VERY pregnant woman) to let my spine poke out more, making it more visible for the Anesthesiologist. It was painful to be sitting so slumped over, especially when I was contracting so hard. I started to get nauseated, which was scary because the last thing I wanted to be doing when someone was shoving a needle in my spine was throwing up! I calmed myself down, and waited patiently for the Anesthesiologist. THEY COULDN'T FIND HIM! The nurse was paging him all over the hospital, but it took several minutes for him to get to my room. Finally he arrived, and gave me the epidural around 9am. Many women had told me that it was painful, but I didn't find it painful at all. They numbed the area with a small shot, and then gave me the bigger shot. Neither one was painful. It almost felt like when the dentist numbs your tooth. When they inserted the needle, it felt like they stuck it a little more towards the right than the center, but as I had never had an epidural before, I didn't say anything. A few minutes later it started to take effect. It was glorious! I was able to talk again, and didn't feel any pain. I could still feel the contractions somewhat on my left side, but it wasn't painful at that point. Dr. Polender came in after my epidural to break my water. That was a weird feeling! It didn't hurt at all, as I was numb from the waist down. The rest of the day was spent talking with family, and laying around. To be honest, I'm not really sure what all happened between the hours after my epidural to when I was 8cm. Colt left for a little while to grab a shower at home. My dad texted him something, and ended it with "10/4". Colt thought he was saying that I was 10cm and started freaking out! Haha! Colt's mom, Sharon, was at the hospital, and she came up to the room to visit for a while. Grandma Dee and Grandpa Sal came by also. My cousins Tara and Lauren came up to the room as well but by the time they arrived, my contractions must've been really hard, because I could feel them again. I could feel a ton of pressure and pain, and it was coming quickly. I told my nurse what I was experiencing, and she called the nurse anesthetist to come back in. I had to explain what was going on to her, and she gave me a small dose of something (I guess it was the epidural--I knew what it was at the time, but I forget now) to help with the pain, through my epidural catheter in my back. After that, I was feeling good again. My doctor came in to check me, and I was at 8cm! That was at about noon. I had dilated from 2 or 3 cm to 8cm in just a few hours. I decided I better take a nap before having to push. I laid there, and was in and out of sleep for about an hour. Colt was playing some music on our laptop while our mothers and my sister sat in the room talking (other family members were in the waiting room). Like I said, I was in and out of sleep, but I remember Colt playing two specific songs on the laptop. The first one is called, "Alright For Now", and the other is called, "Angel Dream", both by Tom Petty. Colt used to play them over his headphones for the baby when I was pregnant. I loved both of those songs before, but now I associate them with Cash's birth and they've become so special. My doctor came in again around 1pm, and checked me again. "Oh yeah...his head is right there," she said. "Does that mean I'm 10cm?" "Definitely! Time to push," she said. I started pushing around 1:00pm. I was very nauseated which they said was a good indicator that my body was ready to deliver. The first few pushes were rough because I was so sick to my stomach. My mom held the barf bag to my mouth as I pushed. Maybe too much information, but hey, this is a BIRTH STORY! Colt took his place in the chair beside my head. I didn't want him to move around too much because he gets very faint in medical situations. He got up a few times to splash some water on his face in the bathroom that was in our room. He was very sweet and encouraging. My sister was roaming the room taking pictures, and my mom was holding my left leg and watching my progress. I would push for 10 seconds, exhale, inhale and repeat 2 more times before I could relax for a few seconds. On my first push, they could see the top of his head! I only pushed for 40 minutes, and there he was! My mom cut the cord, as Colt was in no position to do the deed and gave her the go ahead. I was SO thirsty after delivery that I must've drank my weight in fruit punch.
I decided I should start a new paragraph to explain how it felt to see our baby for the first time. I was worried that because I had an epidural, I wouldn't be able to feel ANYTHING related to delivery but that wasn't the case. I could feel his head come out, and then his little shoulders slide out after. My last push was such a relief. They suctioned out his mouth and nose and I heard him cry. It was the sweetest sound I've ever heard. He had a very squeaky (adorable) cry, which he still has. The doctor gave him to me right away. Colt jumped up from his chair to see his son. We were all crying. He was so beautiful. I'll never forget the feeling of him in my arms for the first time. He was so warm, wet and slimy, but I didn't care. It was so surreal to know that he was mine. I got to hold him for about a minute before the nurse took him over to the warmer, which was in my room, to clean him up, measure and weigh him. He was born at 1:48pm, weighing 7 lbs. 8oz. and 19 3/4 inches long. As the doctor was "tying (or sewing) up some loose ends" I was laying on the delivery table taking pictures of Colt and Cash. The nurses were laughing at me. Who takes pictures while they're still on the delivery table!?! The baby didn't leave my side at any point (other than about 1o minutes for the circumcision) the entire time we were in the hospital. We jumped right into parenthood! A little while after delivery we were moved up to Mother/Baby. I was SO TIRED! The nurse helped me into a wheelchair and laid the baby in my arms. I was worried that I would drop the baby, because I was so drowsy. My eyes were rolling back in my head. I hadn't had good night sleep since Sunday night, and it was Wednesday afternoon!
We made it to our room on the Mother/Baby floor, and were quickly greeted my our new nurse. She checked me "from head to toe", and checked the baby out as well. The lactation consultant visited us as well. I felt bad because I was literally falling asleep as she was talking to me. I don't know if she noticed or not. Cash was a great nurser in the beginning. He nursed for the first time for about 40 minutes! We had given him a pacifier before I tried to nurse him, so he had the sucking reflex down already! In the days following he had some trouble wanting to nurse because my milk still hadn't come in. We stuck it out through a few nights of "cluster feeding" and he's a great nurser now. The rest of our stay in the hospital consisted of visits from family members, nurse checkups and trying (and failing) to get some sleep. One of the nights in the hospital I only got 45 minutes of sleep! For some reason, I didn't feel tired...yet.
I think I will make a seperate post about our time since the delivery. We couldn't be happier. Cash is such a blessing, and we're so thankful that he is healthy and happy. Even Moe seems to like him! As I type this, he is sniffing the baby, and laying his head down beside him, and Cash is putting his hand on Moe's face. So sweet! Thank you to all you readers out there who have stuck with us through the long (and ridiculously informative) pregnancy posts. I hope to continue the blog with updates from our life as a family. We love all of you guys! Stay tuned!
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Induction Watch: Appt. Follow-Up :)
Well...today's appointment wasn't conclusive. I went in for my ultrasound/OB check-up and to have some blood work done to check my platelets. My doctor told me that they would let me know by tonight if I was going to be induced this week or not. Well, not exactly...Hopefully we'll know by tomorrow when my blood work comes back.
My ultrasound went well. The tech said she got some really good measurements on him, and estimates that he'll be around 7 lbs., give or take a half pound, if he were born this week. He's still measuring in the 80th percentile for growth, and is measuring about two weeks ahead of schedule. He still has a lot of amniotic fluid, which is good news also. She also laughed, and said it looked like he has a lot of hair. We'll see about that. His "mock-breathing" was going well also. Its what baby's lungs do to get used to breathing, so they'll breathe when they're born.
When I met with the doctor, she said my blood pressure was better (130/72), and that everything else looked promising to give me another week of being pregnant before re-checking me. They drew my blood and said she'd have the results back tomorrow around noon. If my platelets have dropped again, they'll induce me tomorrow. Thankfully, she answered all my questions about induction fears etc. I felt SO MUCH BETTER when we left, about the possibilities. I'm ready for whatever they want to throw at me now.
So there it is in a nutshell...The baby looks great, and they assured me that if I need to be induced, he'll be ready to be born. I should know tomorrow afternoon whether my platelets came back normal or not. If so, I'll remain pregnant for a little while longer. If not, they'll call me back to the doctor's office to fill out some paperwork, then admit me to the hospital around 7 or 8pm on Tuesday night to start the Cervidil. Wednesday morning we would start the Pitocin, and then hopefully by Wednesday night, baby Cash would be here! I will keep everyone as updated as I possibly can. Thanks for reading!
My ultrasound went well. The tech said she got some really good measurements on him, and estimates that he'll be around 7 lbs., give or take a half pound, if he were born this week. He's still measuring in the 80th percentile for growth, and is measuring about two weeks ahead of schedule. He still has a lot of amniotic fluid, which is good news also. She also laughed, and said it looked like he has a lot of hair. We'll see about that. His "mock-breathing" was going well also. Its what baby's lungs do to get used to breathing, so they'll breathe when they're born.
When I met with the doctor, she said my blood pressure was better (130/72), and that everything else looked promising to give me another week of being pregnant before re-checking me. They drew my blood and said she'd have the results back tomorrow around noon. If my platelets have dropped again, they'll induce me tomorrow. Thankfully, she answered all my questions about induction fears etc. I felt SO MUCH BETTER when we left, about the possibilities. I'm ready for whatever they want to throw at me now.
So there it is in a nutshell...The baby looks great, and they assured me that if I need to be induced, he'll be ready to be born. I should know tomorrow afternoon whether my platelets came back normal or not. If so, I'll remain pregnant for a little while longer. If not, they'll call me back to the doctor's office to fill out some paperwork, then admit me to the hospital around 7 or 8pm on Tuesday night to start the Cervidil. Wednesday morning we would start the Pitocin, and then hopefully by Wednesday night, baby Cash would be here! I will keep everyone as updated as I possibly can. Thanks for reading!
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Week 36: No clever title
Well I started this post a few days ago before all of the drama, so I figured I'd better start over. I may post the original update at a later time.
I will start from the beginning of all the "excitement". Thursday evening was a big night for us, as I'm sure it was for everyone. It was not only a full moon, but a blue moon! It marked the beginning of a new year and a new decade, but for Colt and I, it marked the end of the last year of our lives without children. We were really excited to spend it together, with my family and the Jardines. I had been keeping track of my blood pressure the last few days because I had a Nephrologist appointment next week, and the doctor always asks what my "scores" have been. On Tuesday (the 29th), and Wednesday (the 30th) my blood pressure had been a little bit higher than normal, and the same was true on Thursday morning. My doctor said to call if it went over 140/90, but it was still measuring under that, so I wasn't yet worried. Thursday evening we made our way over to Palm Harbor to spend New Year's Eve at the Jardine's house. I took some Tylenol on the way over, around 8:30pm because I've had a really bad head cold, and the beginning of a bad headache. We had a great evening talking and playing games. I had been having a lot of Braxton Hicks contractions throughout the night, although they weren't regular, or very strong. After midnight, my headache was really bad, so Colt and I left a few minutes after the ball dropped. On the way home, I asked him if we could stop by CVS to get a Coke, thinking it was a caffeine headache. While we were there, I decided to check my blood pressure again, just to make sure everything was ok. Apparently severe headaches can be a sign of high blood pressure. When I measured it in the store, I took it three times and it was between 135-141/86-92. I called my mom and asked her if she thought I needed to call the doctor. She said to get closer to home, and take my blood pressure again at the CVS near our house, and see what it says. We did this, and it was slightly higher, ranging between 141-144/90-97! I called my doctors office to seek further instruction. The nurse on call told me to go to the hospital to have myself checked out just for my own piece of mind, but to pack something in case we were admitted. Colt and I quickly packed our bags around 1am, and made our way to Labor & Delivery. Thankfully I had the baby's bags packed already. We spent the ride to the hospital, somewhat in disbelief, talking about how ironic it is that you can prepare all you want, but in the end, there is really no "preparing" for things like this. When we arrived, they asked me to fill out some paperwork, and escorted us down the hall to Triage. They asked me to change into a gown and to give a urine sample before they showed us to my bed. Our little curtained section of Triage was in the very back corner. Looking back, I guess it was nice because we got a window, although the blinds remained closed the entire time. They informed me that my urine sample came back pretty good, only showing that I had trace proteins (not a lot). They also hooked me up to a contraction monitor, a fetal heart rate monitor, and a blood pressure cuff. The cuff was set to take my blood pressure every 10 minutes. At this point, we were still kind of confused as to what all the fuss was about. We thought they were going to take my blood pressure a few times and we'd be out of there in 10 minutes. I hadn't expected to change into a gown, much less be hooked up to any machines. I was having a lot of Braxton Hicks contractions, which they said was normal at this point in my pregnancy, and that the baby's heart rate was perfect. My blood pressures were measuring about the same as they had been, but they didn't seem overly concerned. They took some blood to run some tests on my liver enzymes and a myriad of other things. When the results came back, it showed that my platelet count was at the low end of normal, but still ok (150-something in case you were wondering).
About an hour after we had been there they wheeled another patient in to the curtained section next to us. We never saw her face, but we heard her moaning. Colt and I looked at each other, with wide eyes, thinking she must've been having some pretty strong contractions. Because she was right next to us, we could hear almost everything she was saying to the doctor. She had felt her baby move around earlier that day when she was playing with her son, but the movement seemed kind of weird, and then she started having a tightening sensation. She explained she tended to be a worrier, and she didn't want to make a big deal out of nothing. Her husband was a pilot, and in Oklahoma for the night, so her sister had accompanied her to the hospital. They attached a contraction monitor, and a fetal heart rate monitor to her as well. Sometimes it can take a few seconds to find the baby's heartbeat, either because he/she is squirming around in there, or you can't pinpoint the baby's position, but finding her baby's heart beat was taking entirely too long. After a few minutes, the woman started to panic. She was about a week farther along than me, and due January 13th. She called her husband to let him know what was going on, and we heard her tearfully explain, "They can't find the heartbeat, Michael...They can't find it!" Another 10 to 15 minutes passed by of the nurses and her sister trying to calm her down. She kept repeating that she didn't know anything could be wrong, she had felt her move earlier that day, but it was "weird movement". The doctor that I was waiting to talk to was also the doctor she was waiting to talk to. The nurses told her that when the doctor arrived they would give her an ultrasound to see what was going on. Colt and I sat there in silence, praying for her, and selfishly hoping they would take her out of the room to do the ultrasound, in case of the worst. The doctor finally arrived and they wheeled the ultrasound machine in the room. Although everyone expected it, we were not prepared to hear the words, "I'm so sorry." The woman was crying hysterically. "NO! NO! How could this be? I felt her move earlier! I thought she kicked! I didn't know anything was wrong!" Her sister tried to comfort her, but she couldn't be comforted. When she called her husband, she just kept repeating, "I'm so sorry, Michael. I'm so sorry." At this point, Colt and I had both lost it, but didn't want her to know we were crying. If it were me, I wouldn't want anyone else listening in on such a painful, and private moment, even though it was impossible not to hear since we were in such close proximity. Softly in the background, I could hear the beat of my baby's heart on the monitor, and was praying that she wouldn't be able to hear it, and mistake it for her baby. "I can't deliver a dead baby," she said. The response that her sister gave her is something that will stick with me for the rest of my life. "You'll do whatever you have to do." It wasn't her sister's intention to be cold or insensitive, but to remind her of her strength, and in turn, empower her through this tragedy. What an amazing gift. I think sometimes when these types of tragedies happen, people tend to offer their sympathy over and over again, which under the circumstances is more than appropriate, but in the end sympathy is not what's going to pull you through. At some point, you have to pick yourself up, realize your own strength, and that you are equipped to deal with this. I remember my mom telling me a story about a conversation she had with my great-grandmother, "Mammy", after my father passed away. I can't remember the exact phrasing, but it was something along the lines of , " Terri, my husband died too, you have to move on. You have two little girls to take care of. You need to get over this." If you knew my great grandmother, or any of the women in my family in general, you would know that I come from a long line of strong women, and this was not something out of character for her to say. My mother, of course, was taken aback, but has recounted in later years how true it was. My mother was 26 years old, with a 2 year old, a 5 month old, a home, bills, responsibilities, and a dead husband. She didn't have any other options. This was the first thing I thought of when I heard the response the sister gave to the grieving woman next to us. Over the next few minutes, she would have moments of clarity when she could talk about the events preceding her hospital visit that night, and then break down mid-sentence. After a while they wheeled her out. Colt and I sat there in silence for a few minutes.
I had been on the phone with my mom when we heard the news that her baby had passed away, and I whispered that I'd have to call her back later, so after the woman left, I resumed my phone call with my mother. I updated her on my progress, although I didn't have much information at that point because the doctor I was waiting to see was still with the woman who had been next to me. We sat there for another hour waiting for the doctor. When she finally came in and pulled back the curtain, I was surprised to see that she was pregnant as well. It must have been very difficult for her personally, being pregnant and dealing with a mother who had just lost her baby. Needless to say, she wasn't very cheery when she walked into the room. She explained that my blood pressure was still elevated, but not dangerous at that point, and that my platelets were at the low end of normal, but again, not dangerous. She ordered a 24 urine test, and gave me the option to stay in the hospital over night and complete the test, or go home and do it. Obviously I opted to go home. I was instructed to go on "bedrest" and bring the urine test back on Saturday (the 2nd), and they would check my blood pressure again to make sure it was still ok. She also prescribed a potassium supplement to help remedy a deficiency I had, and to control my blood pressure. We finally got home around 7:00am on January 1st, 2010.
Colt and I slept for most of the day on Friday (the 1st). We finally woke up around 2:30pm, and
sat around the house, as I couldn't really go anywhere. In the evening, I was supposed to check my blood pressure again, so Colt and I went up to CVS. It was still elevated, but under 140/90, so we didn't call the doctor. We got some takeout, and went back to the house for the remainder of my day of "bedrest".
Colt had a wedding to play on Saturday afternoon/night so he wasn't able to accompany me to the hospital on Saturday afternoon. I can't tell you how many times I heard, "I'm so sorry, I wish I could be with you," throughout the day. It was the first time he was going to miss any kind of appointment I've had (Obstetrician or Nephrologist). He is the best husband. I knew this was a big gig, and if it were any other "normal" gig, he would cancel, but he couldn't cancel a wedding. I wasn't upset whatsoever, but he felt horrible. He was so worried that I was going to go into labor, or be admitted to the hospital, and he wouldn't be there. At one point in the day, I had set my laptop case up on the counter as a reminder to put it away, and he said, "What's that for? What are you doing with that?" I started laughing and said, "Do you think I'm trying to secretly pack my things so I can have the baby tonight when you're gone?" He left around 3ish, and my parents kindly offered to escort me to the hospital to turn in my test. I told them I was a "big girl" and could go by myself, as I was expecting this to be a quick appointment to turn in the test, have my blood pressure checked, and leave, but they insisted. Good parents! We got to the hospital around 3:30, and went straight up to Labor & Delivery. I filled out more paperwork, and gave them my test. I knew I would probably go back to Triage for them to test my blood pressure, but I wasn't expecting to have to change into a gown again! We ended up in the same curtained section that Colt and I had been in the night before. Again, they attached the monitors and blood pressure cuff. I had two awesome nurses who explained so much to me. They said they look for what are called "excels" in the baby's heart rate to happen at least 3 times an hour, and they consider that good. They were laughing and telling me that Cash must've been dancing in there, because he looked like he was having a great time! His heart rate was perfect. After the nurses left, I was telling my mom and dad about the old Twilight Zone episodes that Colt and I were watching the night before, and about a particularly scary episode. When I got to the climax of the story, the baby's heart rate started getting louder and faster. We all started laughing, because it seemed like he was so into the story! The nurses came back in and said my blood pressure had gone down slightly since the last time I was in, and that was good. They did more blood work and said they'd be back soon with the results. About an hour later, they came back in and said that my platelets had gone down since the other day, and were now at 139. This was still ok, but again, at the low end of normal. They told me they were going to call my doctor and see what she wanted me to do. We waited another hour or so, and the doctor called, and asked to speak with me. I have to say, I LOVE the doctor that I've been seeing. She is part of The Women's Group, which is, as the name implies, a group of women doctors. You are supposed to see each one so you are familiar with them all by the time you deliver, but for some reason, I've ended up seeing her more than anyone. Anyway, when I picked up the phone from my hospital bed, she said, "Well Aubree, you continue to baffle me!" Since I had protein my urine before I was pregnant, I couldn't be classified as having Pre-Eclampsia (especially with the small amounts of protein that were present), and because my blood pressure wasn't REALLY high, I couldn't be classified as having gestational hypertension. It seems that I have a symptom or two of everything, but nothing that would be considered "dangerous". She was somewhat worried about the drop in my platelets. My doctor has always been very conservative in that, some things that most doctors would bypass and not think twice about, she examines further to make sure there are no problems. She said my platelets weren't at a dangerous level at this point, but they did drop since the day before. She asked when my next doctor's office appointment was, and I told her Monday, with her. She put me on bedrest again for Sunday, and said she would do a sonogram on Monday to make sure the baby was still growing properly, and getting enough blood flow. She would also re-check my blood pressure, and do more blood work. If my platelets drop anymore by Monday, she would admit me to the hospital and keep me under observation until 37 weeks (Wednesday), and then induce me! So there you have it folks. If my platelets drop by tomorrow, we could be having this baby THIS WEEK! This is very exciting, but somewhat scary also. Although 37 weeks is full term, and they keep telling me he's a big baby, induction is scary. Labor in general is scary! You never know what can happen. When I get scared, after I pray, I remind myself of the words that I heard earlier this week, "You'll do whatever you have to do." Besides just the labor aspect of it, the thought of HAVING A BABY in our home this week is somewhat daunting! I know I'm prepared for his arrival, but I don't know how "ready" anyone can ever be for such an event. If you had asked me a few weeks ago, I would have said I was ready. I've always felt "ready" to have a baby, even when I was a little girl. I never thought that I'd be so unsure so close to his arrival. How will this change our lives? How will this change our marriage? What about our day to day routine? What about poor, Moe (our dog)? I can get advice all day and night about how these things will change, or how they have changed for other couples, but I don't think anyone can really understand these changes until they happen to them. I'm a big ball of excitement and nerves. I'm sure that's normal.
Today (Sunday), I spent the day in bed, and on the couch for the remainder of my bedrest. We got the rest of the clothes folded (NOT strenuous, so don't yell at me). Colt has taken such good care of me. "Do you need a drink? Do you need chapstick? Are you hungry?" He has been so sweet. He even offered to paint my toenails! Tomorrow is the big day. We'll find out whether we're going to be induced or not. I will try to update as soon as I can, but if we are going to be admitted, things will be happening pretty fast. Hopefully I'll have some time to update on Tuesday at the hospital. If my platelets go up, I'll be home Monday afternoon to at least let you know what happened (even if its brief). Thanks so much for reading!
I will start from the beginning of all the "excitement". Thursday evening was a big night for us, as I'm sure it was for everyone. It was not only a full moon, but a blue moon! It marked the beginning of a new year and a new decade, but for Colt and I, it marked the end of the last year of our lives without children. We were really excited to spend it together, with my family and the Jardines. I had been keeping track of my blood pressure the last few days because I had a Nephrologist appointment next week, and the doctor always asks what my "scores" have been. On Tuesday (the 29th), and Wednesday (the 30th) my blood pressure had been a little bit higher than normal, and the same was true on Thursday morning. My doctor said to call if it went over 140/90, but it was still measuring under that, so I wasn't yet worried. Thursday evening we made our way over to Palm Harbor to spend New Year's Eve at the Jardine's house. I took some Tylenol on the way over, around 8:30pm because I've had a really bad head cold, and the beginning of a bad headache. We had a great evening talking and playing games. I had been having a lot of Braxton Hicks contractions throughout the night, although they weren't regular, or very strong. After midnight, my headache was really bad, so Colt and I left a few minutes after the ball dropped. On the way home, I asked him if we could stop by CVS to get a Coke, thinking it was a caffeine headache. While we were there, I decided to check my blood pressure again, just to make sure everything was ok. Apparently severe headaches can be a sign of high blood pressure. When I measured it in the store, I took it three times and it was between 135-141/86-92. I called my mom and asked her if she thought I needed to call the doctor. She said to get closer to home, and take my blood pressure again at the CVS near our house, and see what it says. We did this, and it was slightly higher, ranging between 141-144/90-97! I called my doctors office to seek further instruction. The nurse on call told me to go to the hospital to have myself checked out just for my own piece of mind, but to pack something in case we were admitted. Colt and I quickly packed our bags around 1am, and made our way to Labor & Delivery. Thankfully I had the baby's bags packed already. We spent the ride to the hospital, somewhat in disbelief, talking about how ironic it is that you can prepare all you want, but in the end, there is really no "preparing" for things like this. When we arrived, they asked me to fill out some paperwork, and escorted us down the hall to Triage. They asked me to change into a gown and to give a urine sample before they showed us to my bed. Our little curtained section of Triage was in the very back corner. Looking back, I guess it was nice because we got a window, although the blinds remained closed the entire time. They informed me that my urine sample came back pretty good, only showing that I had trace proteins (not a lot). They also hooked me up to a contraction monitor, a fetal heart rate monitor, and a blood pressure cuff. The cuff was set to take my blood pressure every 10 minutes. At this point, we were still kind of confused as to what all the fuss was about. We thought they were going to take my blood pressure a few times and we'd be out of there in 10 minutes. I hadn't expected to change into a gown, much less be hooked up to any machines. I was having a lot of Braxton Hicks contractions, which they said was normal at this point in my pregnancy, and that the baby's heart rate was perfect. My blood pressures were measuring about the same as they had been, but they didn't seem overly concerned. They took some blood to run some tests on my liver enzymes and a myriad of other things. When the results came back, it showed that my platelet count was at the low end of normal, but still ok (150-something in case you were wondering).
About an hour after we had been there they wheeled another patient in to the curtained section next to us. We never saw her face, but we heard her moaning. Colt and I looked at each other, with wide eyes, thinking she must've been having some pretty strong contractions. Because she was right next to us, we could hear almost everything she was saying to the doctor. She had felt her baby move around earlier that day when she was playing with her son, but the movement seemed kind of weird, and then she started having a tightening sensation. She explained she tended to be a worrier, and she didn't want to make a big deal out of nothing. Her husband was a pilot, and in Oklahoma for the night, so her sister had accompanied her to the hospital. They attached a contraction monitor, and a fetal heart rate monitor to her as well. Sometimes it can take a few seconds to find the baby's heartbeat, either because he/she is squirming around in there, or you can't pinpoint the baby's position, but finding her baby's heart beat was taking entirely too long. After a few minutes, the woman started to panic. She was about a week farther along than me, and due January 13th. She called her husband to let him know what was going on, and we heard her tearfully explain, "They can't find the heartbeat, Michael...They can't find it!" Another 10 to 15 minutes passed by of the nurses and her sister trying to calm her down. She kept repeating that she didn't know anything could be wrong, she had felt her move earlier that day, but it was "weird movement". The doctor that I was waiting to talk to was also the doctor she was waiting to talk to. The nurses told her that when the doctor arrived they would give her an ultrasound to see what was going on. Colt and I sat there in silence, praying for her, and selfishly hoping they would take her out of the room to do the ultrasound, in case of the worst. The doctor finally arrived and they wheeled the ultrasound machine in the room. Although everyone expected it, we were not prepared to hear the words, "I'm so sorry." The woman was crying hysterically. "NO! NO! How could this be? I felt her move earlier! I thought she kicked! I didn't know anything was wrong!" Her sister tried to comfort her, but she couldn't be comforted. When she called her husband, she just kept repeating, "I'm so sorry, Michael. I'm so sorry." At this point, Colt and I had both lost it, but didn't want her to know we were crying. If it were me, I wouldn't want anyone else listening in on such a painful, and private moment, even though it was impossible not to hear since we were in such close proximity. Softly in the background, I could hear the beat of my baby's heart on the monitor, and was praying that she wouldn't be able to hear it, and mistake it for her baby. "I can't deliver a dead baby," she said. The response that her sister gave her is something that will stick with me for the rest of my life. "You'll do whatever you have to do." It wasn't her sister's intention to be cold or insensitive, but to remind her of her strength, and in turn, empower her through this tragedy. What an amazing gift. I think sometimes when these types of tragedies happen, people tend to offer their sympathy over and over again, which under the circumstances is more than appropriate, but in the end sympathy is not what's going to pull you through. At some point, you have to pick yourself up, realize your own strength, and that you are equipped to deal with this. I remember my mom telling me a story about a conversation she had with my great-grandmother, "Mammy", after my father passed away. I can't remember the exact phrasing, but it was something along the lines of , " Terri, my husband died too, you have to move on. You have two little girls to take care of. You need to get over this." If you knew my great grandmother, or any of the women in my family in general, you would know that I come from a long line of strong women, and this was not something out of character for her to say. My mother, of course, was taken aback, but has recounted in later years how true it was. My mother was 26 years old, with a 2 year old, a 5 month old, a home, bills, responsibilities, and a dead husband. She didn't have any other options. This was the first thing I thought of when I heard the response the sister gave to the grieving woman next to us. Over the next few minutes, she would have moments of clarity when she could talk about the events preceding her hospital visit that night, and then break down mid-sentence. After a while they wheeled her out. Colt and I sat there in silence for a few minutes.
I had been on the phone with my mom when we heard the news that her baby had passed away, and I whispered that I'd have to call her back later, so after the woman left, I resumed my phone call with my mother. I updated her on my progress, although I didn't have much information at that point because the doctor I was waiting to see was still with the woman who had been next to me. We sat there for another hour waiting for the doctor. When she finally came in and pulled back the curtain, I was surprised to see that she was pregnant as well. It must have been very difficult for her personally, being pregnant and dealing with a mother who had just lost her baby. Needless to say, she wasn't very cheery when she walked into the room. She explained that my blood pressure was still elevated, but not dangerous at that point, and that my platelets were at the low end of normal, but again, not dangerous. She ordered a 24 urine test, and gave me the option to stay in the hospital over night and complete the test, or go home and do it. Obviously I opted to go home. I was instructed to go on "bedrest" and bring the urine test back on Saturday (the 2nd), and they would check my blood pressure again to make sure it was still ok. She also prescribed a potassium supplement to help remedy a deficiency I had, and to control my blood pressure. We finally got home around 7:00am on January 1st, 2010.
Colt and I slept for most of the day on Friday (the 1st). We finally woke up around 2:30pm, and
sat around the house, as I couldn't really go anywhere. In the evening, I was supposed to check my blood pressure again, so Colt and I went up to CVS. It was still elevated, but under 140/90, so we didn't call the doctor. We got some takeout, and went back to the house for the remainder of my day of "bedrest".
Colt had a wedding to play on Saturday afternoon/night so he wasn't able to accompany me to the hospital on Saturday afternoon. I can't tell you how many times I heard, "I'm so sorry, I wish I could be with you," throughout the day. It was the first time he was going to miss any kind of appointment I've had (Obstetrician or Nephrologist). He is the best husband. I knew this was a big gig, and if it were any other "normal" gig, he would cancel, but he couldn't cancel a wedding. I wasn't upset whatsoever, but he felt horrible. He was so worried that I was going to go into labor, or be admitted to the hospital, and he wouldn't be there. At one point in the day, I had set my laptop case up on the counter as a reminder to put it away, and he said, "What's that for? What are you doing with that?" I started laughing and said, "Do you think I'm trying to secretly pack my things so I can have the baby tonight when you're gone?" He left around 3ish, and my parents kindly offered to escort me to the hospital to turn in my test. I told them I was a "big girl" and could go by myself, as I was expecting this to be a quick appointment to turn in the test, have my blood pressure checked, and leave, but they insisted. Good parents! We got to the hospital around 3:30, and went straight up to Labor & Delivery. I filled out more paperwork, and gave them my test. I knew I would probably go back to Triage for them to test my blood pressure, but I wasn't expecting to have to change into a gown again! We ended up in the same curtained section that Colt and I had been in the night before. Again, they attached the monitors and blood pressure cuff. I had two awesome nurses who explained so much to me. They said they look for what are called "excels" in the baby's heart rate to happen at least 3 times an hour, and they consider that good. They were laughing and telling me that Cash must've been dancing in there, because he looked like he was having a great time! His heart rate was perfect. After the nurses left, I was telling my mom and dad about the old Twilight Zone episodes that Colt and I were watching the night before, and about a particularly scary episode. When I got to the climax of the story, the baby's heart rate started getting louder and faster. We all started laughing, because it seemed like he was so into the story! The nurses came back in and said my blood pressure had gone down slightly since the last time I was in, and that was good. They did more blood work and said they'd be back soon with the results. About an hour later, they came back in and said that my platelets had gone down since the other day, and were now at 139. This was still ok, but again, at the low end of normal. They told me they were going to call my doctor and see what she wanted me to do. We waited another hour or so, and the doctor called, and asked to speak with me. I have to say, I LOVE the doctor that I've been seeing. She is part of The Women's Group, which is, as the name implies, a group of women doctors. You are supposed to see each one so you are familiar with them all by the time you deliver, but for some reason, I've ended up seeing her more than anyone. Anyway, when I picked up the phone from my hospital bed, she said, "Well Aubree, you continue to baffle me!" Since I had protein my urine before I was pregnant, I couldn't be classified as having Pre-Eclampsia (especially with the small amounts of protein that were present), and because my blood pressure wasn't REALLY high, I couldn't be classified as having gestational hypertension. It seems that I have a symptom or two of everything, but nothing that would be considered "dangerous". She was somewhat worried about the drop in my platelets. My doctor has always been very conservative in that, some things that most doctors would bypass and not think twice about, she examines further to make sure there are no problems. She said my platelets weren't at a dangerous level at this point, but they did drop since the day before. She asked when my next doctor's office appointment was, and I told her Monday, with her. She put me on bedrest again for Sunday, and said she would do a sonogram on Monday to make sure the baby was still growing properly, and getting enough blood flow. She would also re-check my blood pressure, and do more blood work. If my platelets drop anymore by Monday, she would admit me to the hospital and keep me under observation until 37 weeks (Wednesday), and then induce me! So there you have it folks. If my platelets drop by tomorrow, we could be having this baby THIS WEEK! This is very exciting, but somewhat scary also. Although 37 weeks is full term, and they keep telling me he's a big baby, induction is scary. Labor in general is scary! You never know what can happen. When I get scared, after I pray, I remind myself of the words that I heard earlier this week, "You'll do whatever you have to do." Besides just the labor aspect of it, the thought of HAVING A BABY in our home this week is somewhat daunting! I know I'm prepared for his arrival, but I don't know how "ready" anyone can ever be for such an event. If you had asked me a few weeks ago, I would have said I was ready. I've always felt "ready" to have a baby, even when I was a little girl. I never thought that I'd be so unsure so close to his arrival. How will this change our lives? How will this change our marriage? What about our day to day routine? What about poor, Moe (our dog)? I can get advice all day and night about how these things will change, or how they have changed for other couples, but I don't think anyone can really understand these changes until they happen to them. I'm a big ball of excitement and nerves. I'm sure that's normal.
Today (Sunday), I spent the day in bed, and on the couch for the remainder of my bedrest. We got the rest of the clothes folded (NOT strenuous, so don't yell at me). Colt has taken such good care of me. "Do you need a drink? Do you need chapstick? Are you hungry?" He has been so sweet. He even offered to paint my toenails! Tomorrow is the big day. We'll find out whether we're going to be induced or not. I will try to update as soon as I can, but if we are going to be admitted, things will be happening pretty fast. Hopefully I'll have some time to update on Tuesday at the hospital. If my platelets go up, I'll be home Monday afternoon to at least let you know what happened (even if its brief). Thanks so much for reading!
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Week 34 conclusion: "The Happiest Place on Earth"
Currently, I'm sitting in the lobby of the Grand Floridian Hotel at Disney, waiting for Colt to finish with his gig. He was asked to play the reception after the wedding of some friends of his who were getting married at the Wedding Pavilion. He had to leave early this morning to set up, so I opted to sleep in a little bit, instead of spending the morning/afternoon waiting in the lobby. The parents of the bride put us up at a lovely Disney hotel called Coronado Springs last night, so we didn't have to make the trip up from Tampa this morning. We met Colt's cousin, Scott, who works for Disney at the gates to Magic Kingdom last night, and he gave us free park hopper passes! Colt and I had a great time walking around the parks, looking at the Christmas lights and people watching. We rode two rides at Epcot...the ride that's in the Epcot ball (forget the name) and the "Norway ride". Haha! I had never been on it before, but I think Colt knew the dialogue word for word to my amusement. He did a lot of acting when he was a child, and filmed a few commercials at Epcot, hence the freakish knowledge. :) We agreed if I had gone into labor on the Norway ride, we would have changed the name of the baby to "Sven". Our trip to Disney got me thinking of my last trip to the parks with my family. I think I was about 17 or 18, and my parents took the family to Disney for Brian Jr.'s birthday. We had a great time together. As I sit here in the lobby, reminiscing about family vacations gone by, and watching happy families round up their children, and wrangle their strollers and backpacks up, I think about how quickly time passes by. When you're young, time moves so slowly. Imagining yourself with a spouse, and a family of your own seems like a fantasy, or something in the distant future. I can remember my last Disney, family vacation like it was yesterday, and thinking how romantic it would be to go there with my husband someday. Walking through the park last night with my husband, I was thinking how strange it would be that next time I come to Disney World, I will be the mother, in one of those families that I watched when I was younger. Its even stranger (if thats a word) to think how our parents must feel! It probably feels like just yesterday that they were walking around the park with their small children, which makes me aware of how quickly time will pass by before Colt and I are the ones hearing about our children's family vacations to Disney with their new families! We didn't come here a lot when I was a kid, and perhaps that's why the trips that we did make, mark a certain time period in my life. There is a family sitting close to me right now, with a couple of daughters who are about the age that I was at the last time I was here with my family. I sit across the room from them today, hopefully a little bit wiser than I was at 17, and I know that although they may be grateful for a vacation together, they almost can't help but take it for granted. When you're 17, the only vacations you really know are family vacations. You take it for granted that you won't always be travelling with them. It may seem silly, but this trip was the first time I've ever been responsible for getting myself from my hotel to the parks! I had to take a Disney bus from my hotel, to Magic Kingdom, and then take the monorail from there to the Grand Floridian in order to wait in the lobby for Colt. I am 24 years old, and almost 9 months pregnant with my first child, and I was worried that I would get lost, or someone would "steal me" as Colt likes to phrase it. I guess no matter how old I get, or what milestones I hit, there will always be a little girl inside me somewhere. That in itself is an interesting thought, knowing that now, I am actually going to be responsible for a child. There are still so many things about life that I know nothing about, and so much advice that I don't have to give yet. I know, I know, you learn as you go, but its still a daunting thought at times to know that there will be situations as a parent where I won't know what to do. I know my parents must have come across these circumstances when we were younger, as I'm sure all parents do, but they did a good job of not letting us know that they were clueless. I guess part of being a parent is putting up a calm, secure front, even if you are scared out of your mind.
If I'm going to take the time to write something, I would prefer it to be something that is profound in some way, or an original thought. I'm not necessarily trying to be "different" but if I'm going to invest the time, why would I want to echo the same old thoughts and ideas? I realize that the "coming-of-age story" of a person finding out they have more in common with their parents than they ever realized, is not original at all, but it is profound in its own way. It may not be profound to everyone, but it is for the individual. Anytime you can understand someone else better on a human level, you gain wisdom. Up until a certain age, you view your parents as "the answer havers", or at least I have. Don't get me wrong, I still go to them for advice all the time, and I still think they know everything, but the older I get, especially on the cusp of becoming a parent myself, I've realized that a lot of the advice I've gotten over the years has probably been their best guess. This is strangely comforting to me, because in the coming years, when our children are expecting Colt and I to be the "know all, be all" of the family, we can give them the knowledge that we have, and then, hopefully be wise enough to give them a good guess. :)
So far, throughout this pregnancy, I have been pretty confident in my parenting skills. I really wouldn't describe myself as a worrier in any aspect of my life. My philosophy has always been, if I make the wrong decision, I can deal with the consequences. Roll with the punches. It will be interesting to see how I feel when I hold the baby for the first time, and it hits me that we (Colt and I) are solely responsible for this human. If he falls down and skins his knee, he will run to us. If he disobeys or is disrespectful, we are the ones that have to decide how to discipline. I was telling someone just the other day, sometimes I feel like saying, "Who is allowing me to have a child?!? I am still a child!" No one seems to be alarmed, so obviously I'm doing something right. Haha! I think this is a pretty normal thought, even for people who are much older than me, having their first child. When you've never been faced with this type, or this much responsibility, you wonder how you'll rise to the occasion. I'm confident that I will, and I'm looking forward to discovering the ways I'll grow as a woman, and as a human in general. I can't wait to see Colt as a father. I expect that will be one of the greatest joys of my life. Well I think that is enough introspection for one post.
I wrote 3/4 of this post on Tuesday, and the other 1/4 today (Wednesday), and today marks week 35! The rest of week 34 was uneventful, other than Disney. I suppose one new thing to report would be that when I sleep on my side now, I can feel body parts moving inside me, and it can feel as though I'm laying on the baby, which is weird! I think he has run out of room in there. Also, the baby may have "dropped" due to all of the walking at Epcot, although I'm not sure. I don't know what its supposed to feel like.
December 23rd is a special day in our house because today, three years ago, Colt proposed to me! It was one of the happiest days of my life. Being married to Colt has proven to me that it IS possible to love someone more and more each day. He has made marriage and my life in general better than I could have ever imagined. As I've told him in the past, even if nothing particularly happy or extraordinary ever happens in my life again, I would be content and satisfied, knowing that my marriage to him has been happy, and extraordinary enough for a thousand lifetimes, and expecting anything more would be greed. So I will sign off this post wishing you all a happy and extraordinary holiday with your loved ones! Thanks for reading!
If I'm going to take the time to write something, I would prefer it to be something that is profound in some way, or an original thought. I'm not necessarily trying to be "different" but if I'm going to invest the time, why would I want to echo the same old thoughts and ideas? I realize that the "coming-of-age story" of a person finding out they have more in common with their parents than they ever realized, is not original at all, but it is profound in its own way. It may not be profound to everyone, but it is for the individual. Anytime you can understand someone else better on a human level, you gain wisdom. Up until a certain age, you view your parents as "the answer havers", or at least I have. Don't get me wrong, I still go to them for advice all the time, and I still think they know everything, but the older I get, especially on the cusp of becoming a parent myself, I've realized that a lot of the advice I've gotten over the years has probably been their best guess. This is strangely comforting to me, because in the coming years, when our children are expecting Colt and I to be the "know all, be all" of the family, we can give them the knowledge that we have, and then, hopefully be wise enough to give them a good guess. :)
So far, throughout this pregnancy, I have been pretty confident in my parenting skills. I really wouldn't describe myself as a worrier in any aspect of my life. My philosophy has always been, if I make the wrong decision, I can deal with the consequences. Roll with the punches. It will be interesting to see how I feel when I hold the baby for the first time, and it hits me that we (Colt and I) are solely responsible for this human. If he falls down and skins his knee, he will run to us. If he disobeys or is disrespectful, we are the ones that have to decide how to discipline. I was telling someone just the other day, sometimes I feel like saying, "Who is allowing me to have a child?!? I am still a child!" No one seems to be alarmed, so obviously I'm doing something right. Haha! I think this is a pretty normal thought, even for people who are much older than me, having their first child. When you've never been faced with this type, or this much responsibility, you wonder how you'll rise to the occasion. I'm confident that I will, and I'm looking forward to discovering the ways I'll grow as a woman, and as a human in general. I can't wait to see Colt as a father. I expect that will be one of the greatest joys of my life. Well I think that is enough introspection for one post.
I wrote 3/4 of this post on Tuesday, and the other 1/4 today (Wednesday), and today marks week 35! The rest of week 34 was uneventful, other than Disney. I suppose one new thing to report would be that when I sleep on my side now, I can feel body parts moving inside me, and it can feel as though I'm laying on the baby, which is weird! I think he has run out of room in there. Also, the baby may have "dropped" due to all of the walking at Epcot, although I'm not sure. I don't know what its supposed to feel like.
December 23rd is a special day in our house because today, three years ago, Colt proposed to me! It was one of the happiest days of my life. Being married to Colt has proven to me that it IS possible to love someone more and more each day. He has made marriage and my life in general better than I could have ever imagined. As I've told him in the past, even if nothing particularly happy or extraordinary ever happens in my life again, I would be content and satisfied, knowing that my marriage to him has been happy, and extraordinary enough for a thousand lifetimes, and expecting anything more would be greed. So I will sign off this post wishing you all a happy and extraordinary holiday with your loved ones! Thanks for reading!
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Week 33 (and half of 34): Waiting for the "drop"
Hello again friends and relatives! This week was slightly confusing for me, because I kept thinking I was in week 34 already. I was jumping the gun a little bit! Anyway, I got a lot done this week which I'm happy about. I've still got a lot to do before he arrives, but the list gets smaller everyday. Without further rambling, here is this week in review...
Thursday night (Dec. 10th-33 wks, 1 day), Colt had his regular gig at Cantina Laredo, and instead of going like a good wife, I decided I needed to get some Christmas shopping done. I went to my favorite store...ROSS! Yes, Ross. Jest if you must, but it has some great stuff for really cheap! It truly is like a treasure hunt. Anyway, I walked out of there with a majority of my Christmas shopping done, and I only spent $100! I resisted the urge to buy myself some really cute flat, brown boots, for tis' better to give than to receive!
On Friday (33 wks, 2 days) I made a trip down to Babies-R-Us to order our glider. We had a lot of trouble choosing one, but we finally decided on a big, fluffy, chenille armchair. Its so comfortable, but we're not sure how its going to wear. It got rave reviews online, but like I said, we're not sure how well the material is going to hold up. We have a throw blanket on it now, so hopefully that will help. Its a little bit more cramped in our living room now, but at least I'll have a really comfortable chair to nurse the baby in! Colt is using it now, and loving it. I wish I could take a picture of him right now because he's sitting in it, reading a Paul McCartney biography. I told him he looks like an old Grandpa because of the throw blanket.
Saturday morning (33 wks, 3 days) I met the Murphy family at Riverhills Park to take some family portraits! It was my first photography gig since Josh & Suzanne Dickey's wedding in September. I love working with family because its so easy going! We got some really good shots and it only took about 45 minutes. Its so strange to see how fast their kids are growing up. Ethan was born a few days before Colt and I's wedding, so he is literally a walking and talking timeline of our marriage. Its also strange, when I stop and think about it (which I did on my way home from taking the pictures), to remember Tara and Lauren when they were pregnant with Sydney and Ethan, and how they started off as just a couple of cells, and are now developed into little people with personalities, and senses of humor. Its weird to think of Cash having a sense of humor since I can remember him being a blob on a sonogram screen.
Sunday (33 wks, 4 days) started a new phase of this pregnancy which was stronger, and more frequent Braxton Hicks contractions. I noticed them starting to "pick up" a little bit, and decided to keep an eye on them just in case.
Monday, (33 wks, 5 days) Emilee met Colt and I at our house to take some pregnancy pictures for us. As always, I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off all day, and wasn't ready by the time she arrived at our house. I had been at the mall trying to find a shirt to wear for the photoshoot, and checking out the sale at The Children's Place. When I got home I quickly changed clothes and tried to spruce up a little bit. Colt and I were laughing at my new shirt, which I liked, but probably wouldn't have chosen if I wasn't pregnant. We agreed that it looked like something Liza Minnelli would wear during a performance. Haha! Whatever. By the time we got down to Ybor (my favorite photographic location), there was very little light left. We only got a couple of good ones, but hopefully we'll have some time to take a few more before he arrives. Later that night we went to dinner with Emilee and Nathan to a Greek restaurant in Ybor called, Acropolis. I have to pat Colt and myself on the back for branching out and trying something new, because we always go to the same few restaurants. If its dinner time, and we're not at home, we're either at Outback, Chilis, Mellow Mushroom, Carrabbas, or we have ordered Papa Johns. After dinner, Colt and I were exhausted so we rented a few documentaries and crashed on the couch. If you haven't seen "The Cove", you must rent it. Its a documentary about how the Japanese are capturing and killing dolphins for meat (although they're dangerously high in Mercury, and the Japanese are marketing it as whale), or selling them for a huge profit. Its so sad! Rent it! Anyway, here are a few of the pregnancy pictures...Emilee did a great job!
Thursday night (Dec. 10th-33 wks, 1 day), Colt had his regular gig at Cantina Laredo, and instead of going like a good wife, I decided I needed to get some Christmas shopping done. I went to my favorite store...ROSS! Yes, Ross. Jest if you must, but it has some great stuff for really cheap! It truly is like a treasure hunt. Anyway, I walked out of there with a majority of my Christmas shopping done, and I only spent $100! I resisted the urge to buy myself some really cute flat, brown boots, for tis' better to give than to receive!
On Friday (33 wks, 2 days) I made a trip down to Babies-R-Us to order our glider. We had a lot of trouble choosing one, but we finally decided on a big, fluffy, chenille armchair. Its so comfortable, but we're not sure how its going to wear. It got rave reviews online, but like I said, we're not sure how well the material is going to hold up. We have a throw blanket on it now, so hopefully that will help. Its a little bit more cramped in our living room now, but at least I'll have a really comfortable chair to nurse the baby in! Colt is using it now, and loving it. I wish I could take a picture of him right now because he's sitting in it, reading a Paul McCartney biography. I told him he looks like an old Grandpa because of the throw blanket.
Saturday morning (33 wks, 3 days) I met the Murphy family at Riverhills Park to take some family portraits! It was my first photography gig since Josh & Suzanne Dickey's wedding in September. I love working with family because its so easy going! We got some really good shots and it only took about 45 minutes. Its so strange to see how fast their kids are growing up. Ethan was born a few days before Colt and I's wedding, so he is literally a walking and talking timeline of our marriage. Its also strange, when I stop and think about it (which I did on my way home from taking the pictures), to remember Tara and Lauren when they were pregnant with Sydney and Ethan, and how they started off as just a couple of cells, and are now developed into little people with personalities, and senses of humor. Its weird to think of Cash having a sense of humor since I can remember him being a blob on a sonogram screen.
Sunday (33 wks, 4 days) started a new phase of this pregnancy which was stronger, and more frequent Braxton Hicks contractions. I noticed them starting to "pick up" a little bit, and decided to keep an eye on them just in case.
Monday, (33 wks, 5 days) Emilee met Colt and I at our house to take some pregnancy pictures for us. As always, I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off all day, and wasn't ready by the time she arrived at our house. I had been at the mall trying to find a shirt to wear for the photoshoot, and checking out the sale at The Children's Place. When I got home I quickly changed clothes and tried to spruce up a little bit. Colt and I were laughing at my new shirt, which I liked, but probably wouldn't have chosen if I wasn't pregnant. We agreed that it looked like something Liza Minnelli would wear during a performance. Haha! Whatever. By the time we got down to Ybor (my favorite photographic location), there was very little light left. We only got a couple of good ones, but hopefully we'll have some time to take a few more before he arrives. Later that night we went to dinner with Emilee and Nathan to a Greek restaurant in Ybor called, Acropolis. I have to pat Colt and myself on the back for branching out and trying something new, because we always go to the same few restaurants. If its dinner time, and we're not at home, we're either at Outback, Chilis, Mellow Mushroom, Carrabbas, or we have ordered Papa Johns. After dinner, Colt and I were exhausted so we rented a few documentaries and crashed on the couch. If you haven't seen "The Cove", you must rent it. Its a documentary about how the Japanese are capturing and killing dolphins for meat (although they're dangerously high in Mercury, and the Japanese are marketing it as whale), or selling them for a huge profit. Its so sad! Rent it! Anyway, here are a few of the pregnancy pictures...Emilee did a great job!
Tuesday (33 weeks, 6 days) was my Nephrologist appointment. It was an uneventful appointment, which is good! She said my proteins had gone down drastically. The OB started to worry when they went over 300 (they were 354) last visit, but this time they were 184! This is a significant improvement, although no one knows why it improved so much. The doctor said sometimes it just changes day to day. She did say that I had some signs of having a minor infection (none of which are anything that I would notice), but they will give me some antibiotics that will clear it right up! She wants to see me back in 3 weeks. I could potentially be bringing a baby to my next appointment at her office!
I know that Wednesday is the start of week 34, and this post is for week 33, but oh well! Colt and I went down to Clearwater on Wednesday afternoon so Colt could get the H1N1 vaccine at my mom's office. He got it for free which was great! On our way down there, Colt stopped at my favorite restaurant so I could get take out. If you're ever in Safety Harbor, you must stop in at Green Springs, which is a little artsy house turned into a restaurant on Main Street. Order the Beneli. Its a mixture of Greek cheeses, roma tomatoes, and portabello mushrooms on flatbread with a spring mix side salad. Its not pizza, but its pizza-esque. So good, and actually really healthy! I have been eating there since high school, and as I was standing at the counter waiting for my lunch, it hit me that this would probably be the last time I would be eating there without a child! This notion has been hitting me a lot lately! After the appointment, we went to the Babies-R-Us in Brandon to pick up the glider before church. Its seriously one of the most comfortable chairs that I've ever sat in. I can't wait to rock the baby in it! Wednesday night after church, Colt, Brian Jr. and myself went to see 2012. Its been a really long time since we've seen a movie, and we figured we better get them in before we are confined to our home! I liked the movie, but then again, I'm a sucker for movies about destruction and natural disasters. Just call me an old romantic. :) I had a lot of Braxton Hicks contractions during the movie. Maybe the baby liked it so much he was trying to come out and see! The doctor told me to call her if they were more frequent than 4 in an hour, but I knew I would see her the next day, and didn't think it would be a big deal to mention it at my appointment the next day.
Thursday (34 weeks, 1 day) was a day I had been waiting for for a long time! I had an ultrasound appointment at the doctor's office, and a regular OB checkup. Our appointment time was at 1:30pm, and we were informed at our previous appointment that they would be moving offices. Colt called (while I was getting ready) about 45 minutes ahead of time to make sure we were going to the correct office, and they informed us that they couldn't find us on the schedule! I was so upset. As I said, I had been looking forward to the ultrasound especially, for a long time! Colt explained that we did have an appointment, so they "fit us in" at 2:15pm at the South Tampa office. The office building was in a somewhat "shady" area of town, but you wouldn't know it when you set foot in the lobby. It literally looked like a lobby in a five star hotel. When I got called back for the routine blood pressure check (116/72 by the way), urine sample, and weight check, they asked me if I had any concerns to discuss with the doctor. I told the nurse about the frequent Braxton Hicks, and she said she would pass it on to the doctor, and she would decided if she wanted to do an exam. After about 5 more minutes, Colt and I got called back to the room. We had never seen this doctor before, but we heard she had broken her ankle, so a nurse was helping her get around. She and the nurse arrived a few minutes later, and we got to meet Dr. Roush. She didn't seem like she was in the best of moods. I re-explained the Braxton Hicks situation, and she decided to do an exam to see if I was dilated at all, which I wasn't. She said the baby still hadn't "dropped", but that the Braxton Hicks were a good sign, because they could be helping things along. She explained that even if I was to go into labor at this point, they would try to stop it, but they wouldn't be very aggressive in their attempt because the baby would probably be perfectly fine if born now. By 35/36 weeks they don't even attempt to stop it. This was somewhat exciting news, knowing that the baby is big enough to be healthy out of the womb. I think I will keep him in there for a few more weeks though! :) One thing I wasn't very happy about was after the exam, the doctor, who was on one of those stools with wheels on the bottom (she couldn't stand without the help of the crutches), wheeled herself over to the door to call the nurse. I'm sitting there with one of those paper blankets over my lap (immediately after the exam) and she leaves the door open and wheels herself down the hall to find the nurse. There I am, sitting on the doctors table, undressed from the waist down with nothing but a paper blanket over my lap, and the door is wide open! I didn't think that was very courteous or professional of her. I had a few questions after the exam, and she seemed annoyed by them. She almost made me feel stupid for asking them. After she would answer one, she would say, "What else?" Nice, huh! When I asked her about my sonogram, she said I wasn't on the schedule to have one! After all that I had been through with the mis-scheduling, and the rude doctor, I was NOT HAPPY to hear that they had mis-scheduled my sonogram that I had been waiting for! The doctor that I usually see (same group of doctors, but a different woman) told me that having a sonogram at 34 weeks was standard procedure. This doctor told me that they didn't do them until 36 or 37 weeks. I explained that the baby has measured big at every ultrasound, so the baby's size was one reason that my doctor wanted me to have one, as well as the fact that he has been breech at every ultrasound. Again, I was told they would see if they could "fit me in". Thankfully they could, and the ultrasound tech was very nice. She made up for the doctor's bad behavior. We found out that the baby is measuring at about 36 1/2 weeks, and is about 6 lbs. 2 oz.! He is also head down, which was great news! His little lungs and heart were working perfectly. If I make it to 40 weeks, I could be on track for a very big little boy. He is in the 80th percentile for growth! At my last doctor's office sonogram he was in the 70th percentile. I kept telling my doctor that at my sonograms with my mother's friend, Jennifer, the baby was always measuring about 2 to 3 weeks ahead of schedule, but they couldn't just take my word for it, as it wasn't the office's ultrasound tech. Now they believe me! Haha! Anyway, they said everything looks great. She tried to turn on the 4D ultrasound machine, but he had his little arm in front of his face again! Bummer! After the ultrasound, I had one more question for the doctor regarding induction. At my previous appointment a few weeks ago, the doctor said that induction could be something we had to talk about it my blood pressure didn't get better, and my proteins didn't go down. I wanted to make sure this was no longer a concern. The nurse called the doctor back in the room, and she didn't seem happy about this! Colt said we were so sorry to call her back, and she said, "Its fine, its just my husband is driving me everywhere now because of my ankle, and he is downstairs waiting, saying he has to go." Needless to say, we were made to feel bad, and rushed to ask the question. I hope we don't have her on "D-Day"!
As of now, I have another Nephrologist appointment in 3 weeks, and another OB appointment on January 4th. I will be 36 weeks, 5 days. We have our last ultrasound with my mom's friend, Jennifer, on December 28th. The weeks are dwindling down. Thanks for reading everyone!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Week 32: "Full of Cash"
Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas at my house this week! Week 32 came and went, and left my house looking and feeling cozy! We finally bought a Christmas tree, and got it in the house. Although I was not impressed with the tree initially, and only agreed to buy it because I could tell Colt was getting aggravated at Lowe's looking at all of the trees, I have now come to accept it for its imperfections. I can't remember if I shared this last time, and I'm too lazy to go back and check previous posts, so I will share it again! I had a dream a few weeks ago about my upcoming 34 week appointment. I was telling the doctor how excited I was to see the baby after all of these weeks, and she said, "Well, do you want to take him out for a little while?" I was thrilled, and of course, wanted to see what he looked like! She "took him out" and let me hold him. He was so cute, and very chubby with big, dark brown eyes, and a lot of dark brown hair that stood up in a cowlick on top of his head. After holding him for a little while, the doctor said I needed to put him back. I woke up shortly after this. All of that to say, the reason I came around to liking the Christmas tree we purchased (besides the fact that it was 50% off when we got to the register) was that when I put it up, and put the lights and ornaments on it, I noticed the top of the tree looks like it has a cowlick. It reminds me of Cash, or at least, what I imagine Cash will look like. Our wall is now adorned with one large snowman stocking (Colt's), one large snowflake stocking (mine), and one small snowman stocking (to match Colt's stocking) that Cash and Moe are sharing. I like to buy a new ornament each year that represents something important that happened in the year. This year I bought a little picture frame ornament, in which I put an ultrasound picture from 20 weeks. My mom bought a cute teddy bear ornament that says "Parents-to-Be" and 2009 on it. I love it! Our house is now completely ready for Christmas!
On Monday night (32 weeks, 5 days) Colt and I met Matt and Christina Reif at Starbucks in Clearwater. I went to high school with the two of them (before they were "The Reifs"). She is only about three and a half weeks behind me in her pregnancy, so it was nice to get to talk with them about all things baby and pregnancy related. They are having a little girl. I can't even count how many women I know who are pregnant right now, and all of them that know the sex of their baby are having boys except two. Baby Reif is one of the two girls! Its too bad they live in Hawaii, or I'm sure we'd have many fun play dates in store for us!
Another fun holiday activity this week was the annual ornament exchange party for the ladies at church, hosted by L'Von Qualls on Tuesday night (32 weeks, 6 days). A few weeks ago she asked if she could combine the ornament exchange party with a baby shower of sorts for me! It was so sweet of her to organize & host it, and so sweet of all of the ladies at the party to pitch in, and present Colt and I with a money tree! We played a party game where we were all asked to write down something about ourselves that we thought no one else would know. I had such a good time getting to know all of the ladies better! I should have taken pictures of all of the food that everyone brought. It was INSANE! One of the highlights of the party was when Cash decided to kick for Sharon (Colt's mother). He is a notoriously shy kicker for anyone but Colt and I, but during the ornament exchange he let his Grandma in on his secret! :) At the end of the night, I left with a money tree, a to-go box of cookies and miscellaneous sweets, and a cookie jar shaped like a fat penguin (which my mother said I resembled, as I was wearing a black shirt). It was a lovely party!
I know its probably silly to have installed the car seat this early, but that was another major accomplishment of week 32. With our car situation, it was necessary that we figured this out ahead of time. I don't remember if I mentioned it in a previous blog, but about 4 weeks ago (November 12th) Colt and I bought a 2005 Jeep Grand Cherokee. Colt needs a larger car to fit all of his equipment that he brings to his gigs. We had to figure out a way that he could fit all of his equipment in the car, without having to take the car seat base out every time he loaded it. We figured it out. My car may be a different story. I haven't tested it out yet, but I've been reading about car seat installation in a Mustang, and many of the women say they can fit the car seat, but not the base. Hopefully this week I can give it a whirl! Speaking of my car...I had quite a scare earlier this week. Saturday night (Dec. 5th), when Colt was at his gig, I got bored sitting in the house, so I decided to go down to New Tampa to do some Christmas shopping and get Starbucks. My car had been acting up two days prior, but Colt changed the terminals on my battery, and it was working perfectly all day on Friday (Dec. 4th). I should have noticed when I got in the car on Saturday night that something wasn't right, but I think the urge for a Starbucks "Solo, Grande, Two-Pump, Mocha Latte" was too strong. Actually I did notice something was a little bit strange when I got in the car, because the lights on the radio and dash board were slightly dimmed. I thought that if I drove it around for a little while, the alternator would charge the battery, and everything would be fine. I started out of the neighborhood, and decided I would take back roads to New Tampa instead of jumping on I-75 like I usually do, just in case I had any problems. I got all the way up to 56th and Fowler when I noticed that my CD started skipping, and the man's voice on my book on tape was distorted. I decided to turn back around and head home. As I made my u-turn at the light, the car started trying to die on me, but I wouldn't let her! I prayed all the way that I would make it back to the house, or at least the neighborhood. Did I mention it was one of the coldest nights we've had in a while? I hit green lights the entire way home, and I made it all the way back to the light at Temple Terrace Highway and 78th Street before she died. I was turning into my neighborhood when I realized that I couldn't accelerate, and that I was basically just coasting. The brakes still worked thankfully, but I had my hand on the emergency brakes just in case. She conked out two streets before my in-laws house. I called Buddy and Sharon around 8:30pm, and they were there to rescue me in a matter of minutes. I have had alternator problems before, and I knew that's probably what it was. Buddy and Sharon pushed my car over to the side of the street and Buddy took the battery out so he could have it charged on Sunday afternoon. Long story short, my car has a new alternator. I'm thankful that Buddy and Sharon were there to rescue me!
I know I've mentioned how different the baby's movement has been in recent weeks, but I feel the need to mention it again. Of course, it was cool to feel the baby kick earlier in my pregnancy, but his movement is so different now, its amazing. It used to feel like a quick little nudge from some shapeless blob inside me every now and then, but now it feels like a human...like a baby. I can feel it all over my stomach, not just in one area. I feel like my belly is "full of him". I'm full of Cash. :)
I feel as though I should address my weight gain. This is something I'm sure people are curious about, as I would be curious if I were reading this about someone else. It will also be helpful in judging my progress in future pregnancies should they ever happen (Lord willing). Ok, here goes... So far, I've gained about 26 pounds, according to the doctor last week, but probably 27 pounds by now. Weight gain has NOT been something I've been particularly worried about for a while now. In the beginning of my pregnancy I was worried about it, but as I've progressed, I've realized there is nothing I can do about it, short of starving myself and being a bad mother! I've been eating normally, not gorging myself on junk food, but I'm also not eating salads at every meal. I'm pretty pleased with 27 pounds at this point. If I can keep myself from gaining 20 pounds in these last 7 weeks, I'll be a happy Mama! That's all I have to say about that. :)
I have a feeling these next few weeks are going to be the longest weeks of my life, thus far. As I type this, I have to take short breaths, and gently try to nudge the baby down because he is so far into my ribs its insane. Its beyond annoying trying to propel myself out of bed, about four times throughout the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. I can't lay on my back for very long because my ligaments start pulling and began to hurt. When I wake up in the morning, I have to be careful not to stretch my calf muscles, which I used to do almost instinctually, because I will get horrible charley horses and have to jump out of bed and walk on it to make it go away. This has happened many times. I've never been plagued by so many problems at one time...but its never been more worth it. I can deal with this for as long as its necessary. The reason these weeks are feeling so long is due more to the fact that I can't wait to see his face, and hear him cry for the first time. I think that will be amazing. Hearing the voice of the baby that has been silently curled up inside my body for the last 9 months. The good news is, I'm still wearing my wedding rings, and haven't really had any swelling so far...knock on wood.
IN CONCLUSION, for all of you that are so over reading this everlasting post by now, I thought I would talk about my birth plan. My birth plan is to have a baby. :) A lot of my friends that are having babies around this time have awesome birth plans, that are geared toward a natural delivery. I wish I was strong enough to say that I was going to go au naturale but I know myself to well. If there's a pain reliever available, I'll take two, thank you! I don't want to get too caught up in a birth plan, only because things can change so quickly. I could go into labor with a natural birth plan, but change my mind and beg for the epidural and I wouldn't want to feel bad about that. I could go into labor thinking that I'm going to get an epidural, but arrive at the hospital to late, or miss my window of opportunity, and I wouldn't want to be thrown off by that either. Both of those options could be thrown out the window if I need a c-section, which is obviously not preferable, but sometimes a necessity. All of that to say, I don't want to expect labor to be any certain way. I think I'll just plan to take it as it comes. But like I said, I'm totally jealous of my friends who have made up their minds to do it naturally, and are sticking with it. More power to you ladies!
Week 32 was lovely! I am now 33 weeks, 2 days and going strong. Jamie Keller (also pregnant with a little boy, 9 days farther along than me), sent me a recipe for eggplant parm that is "guaranteed" by the restaurant that makes it, to induce labor. I'm going to give it a whirl around week 38! Thanks for reading everyone! Sorry this was so long.
"Cowlick" at the top of the tree
On Monday night (32 weeks, 5 days) Colt and I met Matt and Christina Reif at Starbucks in Clearwater. I went to high school with the two of them (before they were "The Reifs"). She is only about three and a half weeks behind me in her pregnancy, so it was nice to get to talk with them about all things baby and pregnancy related. They are having a little girl. I can't even count how many women I know who are pregnant right now, and all of them that know the sex of their baby are having boys except two. Baby Reif is one of the two girls! Its too bad they live in Hawaii, or I'm sure we'd have many fun play dates in store for us!Another fun holiday activity this week was the annual ornament exchange party for the ladies at church, hosted by L'Von Qualls on Tuesday night (32 weeks, 6 days). A few weeks ago she asked if she could combine the ornament exchange party with a baby shower of sorts for me! It was so sweet of her to organize & host it, and so sweet of all of the ladies at the party to pitch in, and present Colt and I with a money tree! We played a party game where we were all asked to write down something about ourselves that we thought no one else would know. I had such a good time getting to know all of the ladies better! I should have taken pictures of all of the food that everyone brought. It was INSANE! One of the highlights of the party was when Cash decided to kick for Sharon (Colt's mother). He is a notoriously shy kicker for anyone but Colt and I, but during the ornament exchange he let his Grandma in on his secret! :) At the end of the night, I left with a money tree, a to-go box of cookies and miscellaneous sweets, and a cookie jar shaped like a fat penguin (which my mother said I resembled, as I was wearing a black shirt). It was a lovely party!
I know its probably silly to have installed the car seat this early, but that was another major accomplishment of week 32. With our car situation, it was necessary that we figured this out ahead of time. I don't remember if I mentioned it in a previous blog, but about 4 weeks ago (November 12th) Colt and I bought a 2005 Jeep Grand Cherokee. Colt needs a larger car to fit all of his equipment that he brings to his gigs. We had to figure out a way that he could fit all of his equipment in the car, without having to take the car seat base out every time he loaded it. We figured it out. My car may be a different story. I haven't tested it out yet, but I've been reading about car seat installation in a Mustang, and many of the women say they can fit the car seat, but not the base. Hopefully this week I can give it a whirl! Speaking of my car...I had quite a scare earlier this week. Saturday night (Dec. 5th), when Colt was at his gig, I got bored sitting in the house, so I decided to go down to New Tampa to do some Christmas shopping and get Starbucks. My car had been acting up two days prior, but Colt changed the terminals on my battery, and it was working perfectly all day on Friday (Dec. 4th). I should have noticed when I got in the car on Saturday night that something wasn't right, but I think the urge for a Starbucks "Solo, Grande, Two-Pump, Mocha Latte" was too strong. Actually I did notice something was a little bit strange when I got in the car, because the lights on the radio and dash board were slightly dimmed. I thought that if I drove it around for a little while, the alternator would charge the battery, and everything would be fine. I started out of the neighborhood, and decided I would take back roads to New Tampa instead of jumping on I-75 like I usually do, just in case I had any problems. I got all the way up to 56th and Fowler when I noticed that my CD started skipping, and the man's voice on my book on tape was distorted. I decided to turn back around and head home. As I made my u-turn at the light, the car started trying to die on me, but I wouldn't let her! I prayed all the way that I would make it back to the house, or at least the neighborhood. Did I mention it was one of the coldest nights we've had in a while? I hit green lights the entire way home, and I made it all the way back to the light at Temple Terrace Highway and 78th Street before she died. I was turning into my neighborhood when I realized that I couldn't accelerate, and that I was basically just coasting. The brakes still worked thankfully, but I had my hand on the emergency brakes just in case. She conked out two streets before my in-laws house. I called Buddy and Sharon around 8:30pm, and they were there to rescue me in a matter of minutes. I have had alternator problems before, and I knew that's probably what it was. Buddy and Sharon pushed my car over to the side of the street and Buddy took the battery out so he could have it charged on Sunday afternoon. Long story short, my car has a new alternator. I'm thankful that Buddy and Sharon were there to rescue me!
I know I've mentioned how different the baby's movement has been in recent weeks, but I feel the need to mention it again. Of course, it was cool to feel the baby kick earlier in my pregnancy, but his movement is so different now, its amazing. It used to feel like a quick little nudge from some shapeless blob inside me every now and then, but now it feels like a human...like a baby. I can feel it all over my stomach, not just in one area. I feel like my belly is "full of him". I'm full of Cash. :)
I feel as though I should address my weight gain. This is something I'm sure people are curious about, as I would be curious if I were reading this about someone else. It will also be helpful in judging my progress in future pregnancies should they ever happen (Lord willing). Ok, here goes... So far, I've gained about 26 pounds, according to the doctor last week, but probably 27 pounds by now. Weight gain has NOT been something I've been particularly worried about for a while now. In the beginning of my pregnancy I was worried about it, but as I've progressed, I've realized there is nothing I can do about it, short of starving myself and being a bad mother! I've been eating normally, not gorging myself on junk food, but I'm also not eating salads at every meal. I'm pretty pleased with 27 pounds at this point. If I can keep myself from gaining 20 pounds in these last 7 weeks, I'll be a happy Mama! That's all I have to say about that. :)
I have a feeling these next few weeks are going to be the longest weeks of my life, thus far. As I type this, I have to take short breaths, and gently try to nudge the baby down because he is so far into my ribs its insane. Its beyond annoying trying to propel myself out of bed, about four times throughout the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. I can't lay on my back for very long because my ligaments start pulling and began to hurt. When I wake up in the morning, I have to be careful not to stretch my calf muscles, which I used to do almost instinctually, because I will get horrible charley horses and have to jump out of bed and walk on it to make it go away. This has happened many times. I've never been plagued by so many problems at one time...but its never been more worth it. I can deal with this for as long as its necessary. The reason these weeks are feeling so long is due more to the fact that I can't wait to see his face, and hear him cry for the first time. I think that will be amazing. Hearing the voice of the baby that has been silently curled up inside my body for the last 9 months. The good news is, I'm still wearing my wedding rings, and haven't really had any swelling so far...knock on wood.
IN CONCLUSION, for all of you that are so over reading this everlasting post by now, I thought I would talk about my birth plan. My birth plan is to have a baby. :) A lot of my friends that are having babies around this time have awesome birth plans, that are geared toward a natural delivery. I wish I was strong enough to say that I was going to go au naturale but I know myself to well. If there's a pain reliever available, I'll take two, thank you! I don't want to get too caught up in a birth plan, only because things can change so quickly. I could go into labor with a natural birth plan, but change my mind and beg for the epidural and I wouldn't want to feel bad about that. I could go into labor thinking that I'm going to get an epidural, but arrive at the hospital to late, or miss my window of opportunity, and I wouldn't want to be thrown off by that either. Both of those options could be thrown out the window if I need a c-section, which is obviously not preferable, but sometimes a necessity. All of that to say, I don't want to expect labor to be any certain way. I think I'll just plan to take it as it comes. But like I said, I'm totally jealous of my friends who have made up their minds to do it naturally, and are sticking with it. More power to you ladies!
Week 32 was lovely! I am now 33 weeks, 2 days and going strong. Jamie Keller (also pregnant with a little boy, 9 days farther along than me), sent me a recipe for eggplant parm that is "guaranteed" by the restaurant that makes it, to induce labor. I'm going to give it a whirl around week 38! Thanks for reading everyone! Sorry this was so long.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Weeks 30 & 31: "Freshly Showered"
Yes, I know, I've been slacking lately, so I will try to catch you all up!
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Saturday the 21st (30 weeks, 3 days) was my baby shower! Grandma Dee and my mother hosted it, and with those two in cahoots I knew it would be a lavish affair! It was WAY MORE than I ever expected. It was a safari theme, to match the theme of his nursery, and there were animal prints, stuffed animals, and other kinds of themed decor everywhere! And then there was the cake...It was on par with my wedding cake!!! It was a vanilla cake with vanilla frosting and just as delicious as it was beautiful. For the "food-food" there was a Thanksgiving-esque buffet set up. There was a honey baked ham, honey baked turkey, corn souffle, brie cheese tray etc. etc. etc. Needless to say, no one left hungry. I got so many great gifts also! Everything from strollers, to carseats, to bouncer seats, to clothes, to gift cards! I couldn't believe the "haul". This kid is going to be the best dressed baby in Florida! Like I said, the shower was way more than I ever expected. I'm so thankful for those of you that came, and to Grandma Dee and my mom for throwing such a lovely party! I'm sorry I couldn't include more pictures, blogspot doesn't let you upload very many without it distorting the page.
The rest of that week was filled with miscellaneous appointments. On Monday, the 23rd (30 weeks, 5 days) we had an ultrasound with my mom's ultrasound tech friend, Jennifer. I look forward to our ultrasound appointments with her for weeks in advance! The baby was perfect. She measured his head, belly and femur, and concluded that he was measuring at about 34 weeks! That's about 3 weeks ahead of schedule! He was weighing in at 4 lbs. 8 oz. An average baby at 31 weeks weighs about 3.3 lbs. At this point, babies usually gain about a half pound a week, so he could potentially be a pretty big baby. She also said he has a lot of hair, and full lips! I know I always say this, but I really am getting antsy to see him in person!
On the 24th (30 weeks, 6 days) I had an appointment with my OB. She had requested to see me weekly to monitor my blood pressure. In the office, before my appointment, it was 138/82. I was very nervous going into the appointment, that it was going to be high, and of course, it was higher than normal. When I met with the doctor, she said, "Have we ever discussed the possibility of bedrest?" WHAT!?! I felt like saying, "SLOW DOWN! My blood pressure is only high before I get it taken in your office!" She said if it went over 140/90, bedrest would be "prescribed". Thankfully, its never been that high. We also discussed my upcoming Nephrologist appointment which was to take place about an hour after my OB appointment on that day, and what I should expect. She ordered blood work on my liver also. I'm not quite sure now why she did this, but I knew why when I was in the office. Haha! They didn't find anything "interesting" or they would have called by now. I wanted to keep her up to date with my out-of-office ultrasounds, so I asked her about the baby's weight being so high for a 30 week, 6 day old baby. She said he was definitely a, "larger baby", but she wasn't concerned. She didn't mention that I was going to be getting another ultrasound, but my cousin Lauren informed me that they usually do another one around 34 or 36 weeks to track growth and development, so I figured they would investigate more at that time. We had to get out of there pretty quickly to make it to our NEXT appointment with the Nephrologist...it was a fun-filled day.
The Nephrologist's office was gross. It was in a rough section of town, and the office itself smelled like soup. Yuck! Colt was making me laugh so hard, because he is such a germ-o-phobe. Of course, with his luck, got seated next to a woman wearing a medical mask! Everytime she coughed, Colt would lean over to my chair and say, "I'm not going to breathe, I'm not breathing." Haha! We waited for about an hour in the waiting room, which was ridiculous. We got to see a bunch of characters walk in and out the door. Not exactly the kind of people that a healthy person would want to sit next to. Finally, we got called back to see the doctor. They tested my blood pressure, which was 120/80! This was significantly lower than it was at the OB's office only a few hours earlier. To me, this is proof that I am just getting nervous about it being high at the OB's office, so it is. After my blood pressure was taken, we were taken to our room to wait another 30 minutes! The total wait time was an hour and a half! I guess it was worth it, because the doctor was really nice, and helpful. She asked if I knew what my protein levels were before I was pregnant, and what they were at the time of my last 24 urine test. Before I was pregnant it was 184, and at my last urine test, it was 354. She said the increase was normal because of the pregnancy, but anytime the numbers go over 300, Obstetricians tend to get nervous. She said since I had higher levels of protein in my urine before, I'm most likely just fine. In her field, anything under 1,000, "isn't usually something to worry about." The only problem is, because I'm pregnant, any tests that she would do on me at this point would have skewed results. She asked if I had ever had any kidney stones, urinary tract infections, or anything out of the ordinary. My answer was "no" to everything. She said that when the kidneys start to have a problem, they can get inflamed, and swell a little bit. Sometimes this doesn't go away. I could have had a problem several years ago, and the slight swelling and liquid in the kidneys which is causing the protein leak, could be old damage that hasn't gone away yet. She didn't seem worried at all. Just in case, I have another appointment with her the third week in December.
I know that all of this medical talk is probably totally boring to read, as I would be bored out of my mind reading this if it weren't about me. I'm trying to document everything as best as I can, so if I run into any similar problems in future pregnancies, I will have a resource to turn to for information. So...sorry for all of the boring parts!
In slightly more interesting news, feeling the baby move is different than it has been in past weeks. Instead of just a sharp kick, I can actually feel him move around. I can watch my belly, and see one of his body parts move from the left side of my stomach to the center, or right side. Of course, its not clear what body part it is, but its still fun! I can also feel him move a body part really low in my abdomen, and feel him move another body part on my left side, and another one on my right side, all at the same time! Its strange, because I tend to think of him as teeny tiny still, but he's really filling out! A 32 week (where I'm at now) old baby is supposed to be roughly 16.7 inches long from the top of his head to his toes, and about 3.75 lbs., but again, he was about 4 lbs. 8 oz, at almost 31 weeks, so he's probably taller than 16.7 inches as well!
The third trimester has proven itself to be significantly more uncomfortable than the second, as expected. I've started experiencing back pain for the first time in my life. I've never had a problem getting comfortable when I sleep, but now I have to switch from my left to right side frequently to prevent back pain. I'm also waking up every hour, to every two hours to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, which really disrupts the sleep cycle. I guess its just my body's way of preparing me for those late night feedings! Shortness of breath is a new, and unwelcome symptom that surfaces occasionally. They say its because the baby is getting so big, he puts more pressure on your lungs, which makes sense. I don't experience this all the time, so its not a big deal. I feel so out of shape when it does happen though! I am out of shape! Haha! Its getting harder to do everyday things like paint my toenails, zip up my boots, and fold my jean legs into capri pants. I hate dropping things because picking them up isn't fun. I think it has a lot to do with the baby's position though, because if he's lower, bending over doesn't really bother me, but if he's higher, it feels like he's cutting off my air supply! Another interesting symptom is what I like to call "facial hot flashes". My face and ears get really hot and start to turn slightly red for a few seconds. Its all hormones, and it doesn't really bother me. Its not ALL bad though. For the most part, I am enjoying the last part of my pregnancy, and being able to feel him move around inside my body. I'm sure I will miss it when he's out in the real world.
All of his clothes, blankets, extra sheets, towels, washcloths, etc. are washed and ready for use! I'm going to hold off on washing the bedding until after my 34 week ultrasound, when they'll have a better idea of when he'll be born. I can't seem to get the house clean enough or organized enough. We put the finishing touches on the nursery last week (31 weeks). We're still deciding whether or not we're going to put my old TV on top of his chest of drawers, or buy one (Colt wants a small flat screen for the nursery). Now we just have to get the carseat installed in my car, and our bags packed and ready to grab in a hurry!
Well that's about it for weeks 30 and 31. I am into my second day of the 32nd week now. I will try to be more diligent about posting! Thanks for reading!!!
P.S. I had doctor appointment yesterday (32 weeks, 1 day). It was very routine, and my blood pressure was 120/82, which is normal! The doctor said she wasn't concerned about Pre-Eclampsia after seeing the results from the Nephrologist appointment. My next appointment is December 17th for my ultrasound and routine checkup. My appointments are every two weeks now, until 36 weeks and then they'll be weekly! We're getting close!
P.P.S. I forgot to mention my birthday was November 30th. My sweet husband surprised me with a manicure/pedicure appointment at Somers & Company Salon and Day Spa in Safety Harbor. Its getting hard for me to paint my own toenails! He even went with me and ran errands while I was being pampered. I don't know how I got so lucky with him. He is one of the greatest blessings in my life.
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