Random & Other Stuff

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This blog is and always will be a way for my son (or any future children) to get to know me and hopefully to give anyone else some comfort that they aren’t alone. But I’ve been wondering… Should I include pictures? I’m still leaning towards none with faces but posting a few. My reasoning is you (my son) will have all of the ones with the faces included so having them for the world to see is unnecessary. On the other hand I’m sure I’ll want to show you your mommy’s progress as she gets healthy and shrinks down! Okay okay I just want to show my progress.

Wow you just attempted to roll over as I’m writing this (6/30/16)!! You didn’t but I’m excited now.

I’m going to be honest this is also about me and by golly I want to have evidence of how far I’ve come. Now I should be honest and say I was overweight before I being pregnant but I’d love to slim down and get even better than what I was 🙂 My constant silent goal since turning 26 was to improve in some way every year. Well I’ve been failing. Sure I’ve changed but it wasn’t necessarily an improvement. So now that you’ve arrived I feel as though my drive has been renewed. (Side note you’re angrily shaking the toys attached to the top of your play mat and it’s adorable). Must pause for undisclosed amount of time because my time for writing is up…

The pause was super long (7/25/16)! I honestly don’t remember everything I was going to write so I’ll sum it up based on what’s above.

Plans:

  • eventually post about my health and fitness journey
  • post pics of my family but our faces will be covered/ not included
  • figure out how to document buying our first home just in case we’ve moved by the time you’re old enough to read/ appreciate this
  • post weekly about whatever is going on in my world because I need an outlet
  • find an outlet because being a Stay At Home Mom is still strange for me (I’ve worked consistently for over a decade)
  • live with purpose ( I won’t elaborate on that for now because I’m still determining what that means for me)
  • use more memes because they’re funny
    • side note: anyone know if you can find the source of a meme? I’d like to give credit where it’s due or ask permission. If not I’ll attempt to figure out how to create my own

 

Recovery – Emotions pt 2

Ah good ole healing and over estimating…

 

As I stated in my last post, the emotional toll has been tough and I wasn’t ready. I’ve already gone over breastfeeding now lets dive head first into healing and over estimating my abilities…

It is a necessary evil but it is evil… Let me explain. I thought I prepared for everything. I read a ton, took all the classes, made note of all the advice I received and researched every possible (common) birthing situation. I was ready for the unmedicated vaginal birth that I wanted to try as well as the meds I could ask for and their side effects, c-section, emergency c-section and complete knockout. I felt very fortunate to have the birth I wanted (see LnD for details) but I wasn’t prepared for the disappointment I’d feel when I got home.

I had this beautiful healthy baby boy, my husband by my side, a clean apartment and a clear mind that allowed me to be present and truly soak in the wonderful changes that were ahead of us. We took a seat on the couch and stared at this little human in complete awe that he was finally on the outside. The first full week with the three of us was amazing. It was challenging but great. However everything seemed to change when hubby went back to work. I knew what to expect when he went back but I wasn’t physically or emotionally prepared for the annoyance and random pain/ irritation from my vag stitches.

 

WARNING – Things are about to get real…

The first day was weird. I didn’t want to be away from him for a second for fear he’d disappear or I’d return to the horrible reality of SIDS but logically speaking I knew I’d eventually have to put him down. I had to time my bathroom breaks correctly or else I’d be running off the toilet bleeding, sore and waddling w/ my pants around my ankles. My bathroom trips were as follows:

Supplies

  • fill up squeeze bottle w/ warm water (only because cold water sucks)
  • grab Tuck pads ( unnecessary but in my mind this helped prevent hemorrhoids)
  • perineal ice pack (vag ice pack)
  • after swelling went down the ice pack was replaced with pads
    • note to younger generation the new “heavy” pads are so thin compared to the giant pads that we heavy flows once had to use
  • flushable wipes (adult baby wipes)

Process

  • use bathroom as normal
    • good time to note I was terrified to have a bowel movement (BM). the first BM was awful and the blood (from vag) looked like a crime scene. so all BM was accompanied w/ slight fear of seeing the same horror show and feeling like I was being ripped apart down there…
  • use squeeze bottle filled with warm water
  • wipe with wet flushable wipes because regular TP felt like sandpaper
  • open, crack and shake ice pack
  • place Tuck pads on ice pack (later on would be placed on heavy flow pad)
  • use numbing spray as necessary (all the time)
  • waddle out the bathroom like a baby wearing a diaper…

That was my routine for what felt like forever but I eventually adjusted. What I didn’t adjust to was the pain that would radiate from my nether region up through my lower back and sometimes down my leg. It was so persistent that my sciatica came back. Yet more things I didn’t think I’d have to deal with because of the “you’ll be back to normal in no time” lie that was told to me since I had an uncomplicated birth. Plus with that statement rolling around in my head I felt like a failure because I was still sore. I felt I didn’t deserve to take the pain meds prescribed to me since everything went so well during delivery. I was also paranoid about the effects it would have on my little man. I kept piling on the expectations and guilt over not being healed and up and running at full speed. I kept wondering why I was still sore, bleeding and experiencing intense back pain. I told myself if I wasn’t overweight when I got pregnant I wouldn’t still be in pain. If I would have followed a strict healthy lifestyle while pregnant then I wouldn’t still be in pain. If I would have just XYZ then I’d be perfectly fine but I wasn’t. The pain eventually grew so intense that I couldn’t pick him up one day (about 3.5wk pp).

I finished running errands, cleaning up, cooking dinner and was now refilling the mobile diaper station aka the pack n play when it happened. I was picking up my crying heart (my son) when I knew I needed to quickly and carefully put him back down so I didn’t drop him. I lost all control and fell to the side of the pack n play. He started crying louder and I ugly cried in utter pain. I was afraid because I didn’t know why I’d simply collapsed. I had the pain before but this time my body decided it didn’t want to support me. It didn’t want to keep holding me up after continuously pushing it. If I didn’t say it before I’m saying it now. No one put this pressure on me except myself. I wanted to be supermom and I expected myself to do so because I no longer worked, my delivery went great and my son was ideal. I felt I needed to live up to all the expectations I had in my head. But my body couldn’t keep up. I wasn’t sleeping or eating enough (some days only a handful of whatever was close) or taking time out for myself so my body (in a very loud way) said you can’t keep this up. This also coincided with the breastfeeding issues I was having. I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t come to terms with the fact that even with a nearly textbook delivery I needed to focus on taking care of myself and my son and doing other things as I felt up to it.

I wish I could say this was my wake up call but it wasn’t. I got worse and so did my need to prove I was fine. It wasn’t until breaking down completely in front of the lactation consultant that I realized I needed to stop before my sadness (over not being supermom) turned into full blown postpartum depression. My husband happened to be off that day and was able to come with me so he was able to reason with me. He reminded me that these were my own requirements driving me insane not my son or anyone else. He held me and reminded me that it hadn’t been that long since I had a child. He also reminded me that if I kept going I would really break down and wouldn’t be able to take care of our son then he lightened the mood by trailing off into something funny involving what he was saying. It helped tremendously. I spent the next day treating my body as I should have from the beginning. I watched movies, took care of my son and allowed myself to relax. I allowed myself to just be… And I felt like I’d DIE!! But that got me to thinking. I needed to relax in order to recharge but a complete stop would drive me insane. Then I realized BALANCE is what I needed.

I had to allow myself to do both. I had to allow myself to let go of the supermom idea. I had to realize pregnancy was very taxing and delivery was the fast version of the whole time I was pregnant. I needed to allow myself to heal the way my body wanted to. Mentally I couldn’t sit around while my apartment became dirty and cluttered but physically I couldn’t keep deep cleaning like I used to. Physically I needed to rest when I could and exist in the new role I was in. Mentally I needed to cope with my new limitations instead of beating myself up for a made up version of motherhood. Sure there might be times I’m supermom but I needed to be okay being normal mom.

To my son: Mommy is trying the best she can while still trying to maintain her own identity. I’m coming to terms with the fact that my life will never be the same but it is a great thing. I’m changing into someone I never thought I could be. I’m doing things I didn’t think I was capable of. Most importantly I’m finding a new type of strength. I’ve always been able to physically push through things but mentally I’d block out and avoid anything that caused mental pain. Being your mommy is teaching me to deal with mental/emotional pain in the same way I deal w/ physical pain; head on and armed with as much knowledge as possible. My hope for you is that you’ll go through life the same way. With your eyes wide open and armed with as much knowledge as possible coupled with commonsense of course. And if you get married and your wife finds herself in a similar situation do what your dad did for me. Remind her she’s a wonderfully made human and you’ll support her through whatever. Also offer to take your little one so she can have a break knowing her child is close by and in the best hands (next to her own of course 😉

Recovery – Emotions pt 1

Postpartum recovery summary: Gross, painful, frustrating and emotionally draining.

If you’ve researched like I have then you know a lot of the things that go under each feeling I’ve listed. Bodily fluids sums up the gross part. Pain in your privates, back and hips. Frustration at how long it takes to START feeling better physically. What I didn’t focus on was researching the emotionally draining part of postpartum recovery…

After having my little man, I knew I’d have to take care of my son and my stitches. I knew I’d have to take it easy in order to protect my back. I knew breastfeeding and adjusting to a newborn would be hard. I also knew I wouldn’t immediately feel like myself. However I didn’t realize that knowing all of this wouldn’t ease the emotional toll all of this would have on me.

Breastfeeding:

I knew the technical aspects of breastfeeding but the reality was much trickier. I had a vision in my head of this being extremely hard but worthwhile if I just hung in there. I was pleasantly surprised at first… I was exhausted, inspired, sore and determined. As soon as I was able to I breastfeed, he was propped up on pillows in order to bring him closer to my chest comfortably and he latched on beautifully. I was in awe. All this time I was made to believe this would be something hard won and horrible yet here I was watching my son latch on without so much as a bit. Well (SIGH) that was only the first feeding and it was assisted. Things deteriorated from there.

I started a very frustrating cycle of being shown how to latch, getting it right in front of the nurse then crashing and burning when left to try it alone. I must have had every nurse, pediatrician and lactation consultant who came to my room show me how to get him to latch on properly. I should note that I was only there about 36hrs after delivery and the only reason I was there that long is because of how long it took to deliver him after my water broke. By the time we left the hospital I was just happy to be going home. I figured it was the stress of not sleeping due to being woken up often that caused our latching issue. I convinced myself it would get better once we were relaxing at home together and could do it exactly the way everyone showed me. I WAS WRONG. The latch seemed to be getting worse. I didn’t want nor could we afford to give him formula so I knew I had to make this work. At first I kept going over the paperwork I received from the hospital as well as the printouts I had from the breastfeeding class we took. All of my effort seemed to be rewarded one minute and futile the next so I decided to see a lactation consultant.

The lactation consultant was amazing. During my first visit my breasts were sore, one nipple had a chunk taken out of it and emotionally I felt like an idiot. Who was shown something that many times but still couldn’t get it right?! Well for our first appointment we were running horribly late, I was frustrated and my poor hubby was dealing with me and our son. By the time we left I thought I had it nailed but I scheduled a follow up appointment because I’d felt this way before in the hospital. I should mention he was weighed at each appointment to make sure he was eating enough while he was nursing. The second appointment I was a mess. He’d really hurt my nipples, the chunk was still missing from the right and now the left nipple seemed to be heading the same direction. To add insult to injury he hadn’t returned to his birth weight (he’d actually lost a little more) which meant he was in danger of getting a Failure to Thrive note. Failure to Thrive meant I could be encouraged (forced) to give him formula because he wasn’t gaining weight at an acceptable rate. Thankfully my LC saw he was a good eater and noticed that he might simply be going to sleep before he was completely full. She told me it seemed as though he was only eating enough to maintain his weight but not gain any. So she instructed me to use a nipple shield in order to allow the nipple to heal while still making sure my supply didn’t dip, use a breast pump, offer him a bottle (full of breast milk) after he stopped nursing and to make sure I woke him up every 2-3hrs in order to eat. We only lasted one night…

My son and I had the worse night ever. Between waking him up during the day and at night to feed every 2-3hrs both he and I were a hot mess. The nipple shield helped with the stinging pain I was feeling and allowed him to latch on but other than that we were horrible. I was so out of it that I spent most of the day crying. We were both miserable. All of us ended up at my in-laws house where I explained to them why I looked like I was going to die. His mom told me about her similar situation with my hubby when he was a baby and boy did that take the pressure off. She told me that he didn’t actually get to an “acceptable weight” until he was in his teens. This made me go home with a new confidence. I knew I didn’t need to wake us up that frequently in order for him to thrive. This new found confidence along with lots of YouTube videos about breastfeeding and proper latching helped tremendously. By the time I returned for our follow up appointment (only 3 days later) he’d gained enough weight for my LC to schedule a followup appointment with a nurse instead of with her. She also told me to think about getting the nursing pillow I used while in her office. I cried when I was able to get him to latch on comfortably without her help and she acknowledged my improved nipple appearance. She informed me as long as he returns to his birth weight by the next appointment I wouldn’t need any more appointments with her unless I wanted to schedule something. I never thought I’d cry in front of a stranger but you could’ve filled a lake with my tears.

The appointment with the nurse went great; he’d finally returned to his birth weight! I was no longer a sore hot mess. We still had tough days but the days were definitely improving. Here are the main things that (so far) have helped me continue the fight to breastfeed:

  • Nursing Pillow
    • I think that’s actually the brand name…
    • cheaper alternative to the Boppy but be ware it is smaller
  • Nipple Shield (Medela brand)
  • Gel Nipple Pads (Medela?)
    • can be frozen to increase soothing quality
  • My Brest Friend
    • bulky but incredibly helpful esp. if you have a small baby
  • Lactation Consultant
  • Supportive hubby, family and friends (both real life and virtual)

Sorry this post is void of any funny memes but I honestly couldn’t think of any considering I didn’t find anything funny about my struggle. Plus I know there are many other women who wish they had my “trouble” breastfeeding so I didn’t want to make light of such a touchy subject. I’m also not sure how many parts this will have but I am thinking of at least one more.

Thanks for being here to let me vent 🙂

34 Weeks – Stretch Marks

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Mood: Excited

Energy: Varies

Appetite: Normal – High

Baby Movement: Yes but not nearly as grand

Contractions: Braxton Hicks (maybe)

Other: Stretch Marks

The biggest change has been stretch marks! My hubby took the picture above which is when I realized how many I have. Originally I wasn’t going to post it then I was going to use filters until it went away but I realized something. This blog isn’t for monetary gain, how to’s, self help or anything of that nature. This blog is simply to document things during my pregnancy for my son and myself because lets face it I could forget all this stuff. SO I decided to leave in the super unflattering picture of my stretched stomach. Plus I figure if someone does come across this blog in hopes to find something that makes them feel better about their stretch marks then here it is for them to see they are not alone. But in true vanity I removed my face because I’m just not ready to be a Meme… Not that my blog is viewed enough to become meme worthy but you never know and I am a paranoid person. That’s all for this update but 35 week update will have more if I remember because I’ll have another doctor’s appointment, a class and an update on the wonderfully unexpected gifts we’ve received for our little man.

Side note: There is no way to prevent stretch marks. Your genetics usually play a bigger role in your stretch marks than any type of care. The only thing you can do is try to minimize their appearance. My doctor recommended gaining weight slowly and staying moisturized to prevent itchiness which could cause you to scratch which would irritate the skin and potentially make their appearance worse. For reference, as of when this pic was taken I gained about 20lbs and I’d definitely consider that slow weight gain. My advice is to ask your parents whether or not they have any and proceed accordingly.

33 Weeks – Sleepy

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Mood: ?

Energy: Nonexistent

Appetite: Normal – High

Baby Movement: Yes but without any discernible pattern…

Contractions: N/A

Other: More Classes

The title says it all. We had two classes and both were good but sleep was awful. Due to lack of sleep this post will be lack luster and extremely short but I hope to do better next time. This will at least show my little man how determined I was to keep him up-to-date on what was going on while he was on the inside. Oh one more thing… Giant boobs make it hard to sleep as well! Between the belly and the boobs I can’t get comfy. Yes, I realize this will get worse once milk comes in but at least the belly will be deflated.

PSA – if your future wife complains about sleeping then asks for a pregnancy pillow just buy it. Don’t ask if she really needs it, where you will sleep or anything of that nature. Take notes from Nike and Just Do It.

Side note: Hubby if you’re reading this it isn’t a jab at you. I very much love and appreciate your awesome alternative esp. since I would be uncomfortable regardless. This is just for those who doubt the validity of the pregnancy pillow/ additional pillow request.

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32 Weeks – Maternity Photos

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My look for maternity photos (clothes are Motherhood Maternity)

Mood: Optimistic & Emotional

Energy: Varies (Tired to Energetic)

Appetite: Normal – High

Baby Movement: Yes, he’s back to his regular schedule of 3am to 7am and 6pm to ?

Contractions: Braxton Hicks (maybe)

Other: Maternity Photos

I know I said a separate post but in order to stay on track I must put this all in one. I also decided to wait until I’ve finished all of my classes and just write on big post on all of them (highlights only) then either a follow up or a revised version after I deliver.

I was tired, running late and didn’t get a chance to really TRY to do my makeup like the YouTuber I started watching but I made it. I was disappointed in myself but I was determined to enjoy the photo shoot and embrace whatever was to come. I figure just in case this is my only child I better enjoy everything about it even if I have to slap a smile on my face until I truly feel good which is exactly what I did and it worked. The photographer was wonderful (a friend’s nephew) and his friend/ cousin was a sweetheart and very helpful volunteering to hold my giant purse and my husband’s jacket so we wouldn’t have to keep putting them on the ground. I’ll have to check with him before I put his website or any of his info in this post but I would recommend him.

I was very easygoing without any clear direction. The only thing I said was I didn’t want the typical maternity shoot. I realized it’d still have to be tame (nothing too daring) because I’m not in shape, I’m tired and am terrible at taking photos actually the only reason I even decided to do a maternity photo session was at the urging of my friends and those who wish they would have done it. It was definitely a great decision. Like I previously mentioned the photographer was wonderful. He took all the things I mentioned and translated that into the photos. He retouched them yet left them looking like us so it wasn’t super edited/ photo-shopped. He let us chat and play around in between pics and even caught some really awesome ones while we weren’t paying attention. His prices were excellent and he had the pics to us on Monday (photos were taken Saturday). All in all this was a wonderful experience and I am strongly considering asking him to come to the hospital and snap a few shots there even though I know those will be “regular” because of the environment. However I don’t know how he’d feel about being on-call for something like that since it won’t be close to his house… Either way it goes the experience was wonderful and it truly showed me two important things.

  1. Enjoy the moments you have and embrace the memories because one day that might be all you have left of a time long gone.
  2. I might not be picture perfect or even picture ready but every picture captures the moment perfectly in all of it’s imperfect glory.
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31 Weeks – Changes

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Mood: Good

Energy: Low with occasional bursts of energy (hence the bathrobe pic)

Appetite: High 😦

Baby Movement: Yes and strong!

Contractions: NA

Other:

  • Sleeping Requirements
    • Recliner = decent/ reliable
    • Bed = only w/ a carefully placed pillow fort
    • Baby cooperation = iffy at best
    • Heartburn/ Indigestion = Give up and find something besides sleeping to occupy time
  • I feel huge which is why my head is cut off
  • Events
    • Maternity Photos (separate post if I remember)
    • Classes
      • Will post after each class and one big follow up post after baby comes to say which classes were/ weren’t useful
  • Nursery
    • Downsize in order to make more space for baby
    • Organize and start deciding where baby items will be placed
    • Crib already set up and waiting to put fitted sheet on
    • DIY decoration
      • Have basic supplies but still need 5 frames
  • Continuous mental prep for L&D (labor and delivery)

I should have more posts because a majority of our classes are this month. Of course this is assuming my exhaustion doesn’t get the best of me and I actually write the post. We’ll see who wins but I plan on pushing myself in order to make a way better record for my son. It might seem morbid but I figure if the worse happens during L&D he’ll at least be able to look back at this when he’s older and get a small glimpse of his mommy. If everything goes well then he’ll have this as well as his mommy to show him what I was doing while he was cooking.

30 Weeks & Fetal Movement

Finally, I am back on track! Sure I may have published one too many posts today but I really wanted to play catch up since I am getting ready to finish his nursery, continue taking pregnancy related classes and a bunch of other things. Ugh so many changes and so many emotions. First the official 30 week update then additional stuff.

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Mood: Good

Energy: Low (tired)

Appetite: High

Baby Movement: Yes but sporadic

Contractions: NA

This has been a week of insane growth! I didn’t realize how big my stomach has gotten until I saw the reactions of people who hadn’t seen me in a few weeks. I knew it must be getting bigger because turning over in bed has become a full on cardio workout 🙂 Speaking of bed, sleep is the most elusive creature of all times. I feel as though I am more likely to see a unicorn dancing with a leprechaun on the yellow brick road than I am to have a good night’s sleep.  I have now given up and decided the recliner will be my new sleeping partner until further notice. But for whatever reason I decided to give my bed one more try – FAIL. I will be back in the recliner tonight…

Now onto heavier more serious stuff – Fetal Movement. In a previous post I mentioned receiving the kick counter. In case you aren’t familiar with a kick counter it is a piece of sturdy paper on which to record your baby’s movements (see below).

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It’s very straight forward; see how long it takes you to count 10 movements. Pretty much every movement counts except for hiccups. As you can see, part of me wasn’t paying attention because I didn’t realize this was supposed to be daily. Thankfully it only took me until Thursday to figure that out. I was off to a great start. He normally moves at night starting right after dinner so timing him was easy at first. I forgot the following Thursday because I was so tired I just passed out as soon as I sat down in the recliner. I figured the next few days would be slightly off as I was sick again and it was draining any energy I had. Then we (baby and I) hit the 30 week mark…

Week 30 was a different story. I was (am) still trying to get over a cold and knew I’d have to pay special attention to his kick counter so I didn’t mess anything up or miss anything like I did the previous weeks. At first I figured the counter was off due to my error. Like I said I was tired from being sick, my body and mind were (are) still adjusting to being at home and balance isn’t my best quality so I brushed it off as being my fault. As the days continued, I began to realize that something was off. Counting became increasing difficult and stressful. Saturday was my breaking point.

I spent almost all day obsessing over his movements or lack thereof. I started doubting myself around 2pm when I still hadn’t felt any significant movement. I began texting friends who’d recently given birth and who could help me understand what could be going on. I then did the unthinkable… Yes, I turned back to Dr. Google. Well as expected nothing was easing my mind and Dr. Google just made it worse. I saw things ranging from everything is fine because baby sleeps like an infant on the outside to your baby is dying seek help immediately. Needless to say everything I read pre-pregnancy had gone out the window and I went into complete mental freak out. I am super responsible and practical even when terrified; so being in between insurance due to leaving work I wanted to make sure I was covered before I flew to the ER or Labor & Delivery or whoever helps super paranoid first-time moms. I was okay but again logic was trying to push through so I did everything I could think of in order to get him to move. Sugar (ice cream), caffeine (mocha), exercise (walking), ice cold water then hubby tried to get him to move but nothing worked.

Phone call verifying on coverage – Check. Reassurance/ advice from friends – Check. Harassing hubby for his opinion – Check. Consulting kick counter – Check. Calming my fears – Epic Fail. As my panic mounted these are the things that ran through my head:

  • Everything is fine. He’s just tired from all the weight he’s putting on in preparation for birth.
  • Your baby is dying and you’re worried about how much peace of mind will cost you
  • If he dies, it is your fault
  • Why don’t you sit down and think about all of the things you’ve already read on this?!
  • What good is the internet if no one will agree and make you feel better??
  • Hubby is right. Baby is fine and you’re just overreacting. Thanks hormones
  • Something is wrong call the experts!
  • PANIC

When I burst out in tears while trying to explain myself to my hubby is when I knew I just needed to call. Fortunately I had just enough logic left to look on the kick counter card for the right number to call. Right there it said call this number if. I called and explained everything to the wonder L&D nurse who said “We’re not going to play a guessing game. Come in right away. Everything is most likely fine but I’d rather check your baby out just to be sure.” I calmly thank her and tell hubby we have to drive across town so I can get checked out at the hospital we’ll be delivering at. He still insists everything is fine but knows better than to argue with me when I’ve made up my mind. So through tears, an elevated heart rate and a potential looming asthma attack we head to the hospital.

As we’re driving you could hear a pin drop. Finally hubby reassures me and we start talking. I make a joke about how we should time it so we know how long it’ll take us to get to the hospital and he reminds me that at almost 11pm we’re not going to get an accurate time since there is no traffic. I didn’t care and timed it anyways plus I needed a distraction from my horrible “your baby is dead” thoughts. I must admit that I stumbled upon a stillbirth vlog and it really threw me off so I might have been way more fearful than necessary. Anyways we finally arrived at the hospital, got checked in, gave urine sample and was quickly hooked up for monitoring. It felt like an eternity before my husband was allowed in the room (yes, even on these trips they make companions wait outside until the questions are asked). I was relieved at hearing his heartbeat even though I’d already heard it at home on my Doppler. I again started to panic (thanks Dr. Google) because what I read said a heartbeat doesn’t equal a healthy baby. Right at that moment an RN came in the room chatted with us, let us know what was going to happen then disappeared because someone was having a real emergency. After the real emergency was handled she came back checked a few more things then let us know the doctor would be in to do the final check which was an ultrasound. Before leaving she let me know that with such a big difference they would have told me to come in even if I only called the advice line. She said they have to answer to a lot of people including their own conscience so they would have told me to come in just in case. She also let us know that she had a very quiet baby (2nd pregnancy) and would randomly go hook herself up to monitor her daughter. That really made me feel better. Here she is a trained professional and she still worried when her baby didn’t move that much. When the doctor finally came in she had the ultrasound machine with her. She reassured us these were just precautions and that so far nothing has indicated a problem. She did the ultrasound and everything was great. She let us know some common causes of slowed fetal movement but she also followed it up by saying trust your instincts. If you feel something is wrong call us no matter how silly/ crazy you might feel because normally everything is fine but sometimes it isn’t and I’d hate for you to ignore your feelings and have a bad outcome.

After all of the reassurance and kind words we were on our way. I felt better, baby was okay and hubby didn’t have to listen to my paranoid fears all night. I was also able to ask how they felt about nurse gifts for the delivery team as well as how many people attend a healthy delivery. In my case everything was fine and our baby is healthy. However if you find yourself in the same situation GET HELP.

My advice:

  • When in doubt seek immediate help
    • Doctors have years of schooling and experience. Let them help
  • Know your baby’s moving habits
    • 10 movements in 2hrs might not be your baby’s version of normal
  • Never feel crazy when it comes to the health of your child
    • Better safe than sorry
  • You are not a doctor therefore you can’t be sure so don’t try to do their job! Ask a professional

Again in my case everything was fine but please seek help if you are concerned 🙂

 

25 – 29 Week Update

I can no longer apologize for my absence. I’ve just been off lately. This will be the fastest update ever and hopefully I will be posting regularly after this.

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(Pic is from Pinterest. No copyright violation intended but not sure who to give credit to??)

As you may have noticed (if anyone is there), I published two other posts today that I didn’t realize never made it beyond drafting… I meant to publish those a long time ago as I am currently 31 weeks but as you see they are just now making it onto the web. It is my hope that when my son is old enough he’ll be able to see what his mom was up to while she was pregnant with him. Unfortunately this is a great example of my good intentions but short attention span. Onward to the updating!

11/30/15 – Gave two-week notice at my job

12/1 – 12/10 –

  • Crazy busy at work trying to get everything done before I leave
  • Having dreams/nightmares about leaving work
  • Stressing about not finishing everything before I go
  • Paranoid about forgetting to do something
  • Trying my best not to leave any unnecessary work WHILE training my backup
  • General freaking out over making such a big change
  • Baby becoming more active

12/11/15 –

  • Last day after almost (11 days short) 10yrs with the same company
    • Only half day because of appt
  • Baby appt – everything great and measuring right on time
    • Received kick counter and birth plan worksheets!!!!
  • Super emotional

12/14/15 – First day as SAHW (stay at home wife) well until our son is born then I’ll be a SAHM (stay at home mom)

12/14 – 12/23 –

  • Harassing my mom a lot
  • Surprising and harassing my sister at her job
  • Lots of cleaning
  • Sick again…
  • Emotional
  • Saw Star Wars at a private screening
  • Able to see baby movements from the outside

12/24 – 12/27 – Spent lots of time with hubby