42 weeks 3 days
4:45 woke up to a painful contraction, used the washroom and lost a big chunk of plug, had some bloody mucous, now timing contractions.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Post-dates
41 weeks 1 day
As I had expected, I find myself significantly post-dates again. I went to 42 weeks 1 day with Jesse, so I began this pregnancy prepared to do that again. I'm still quite comfortable, and baby T seems very happy. I had one difficult day last week where my hips killed me and I had very little sleep the night before, but other than that, I'm still truckin' along. Regular massage appointments, the occasional chiropractic appointment, and prenatal yoga have helped a bit, I'm sure.
I had an appointment with my midwife this past Wednesday and all checked out well. I still have some leukocytes in my pee, but I'm asymptomatic, so right now we're treating it naturally. The baby's head is quite low now. And Jayme estimated that the baby was just over 8 lbs at that point, which is about what I think the baby probably weighs.
Then today I had a biophysical profile appointment at the Maternal Fetal Assessment Unit. I spent about 20 minutes on the monitor at first. Baby's heartrate was great. Lots of variability and plenty of acelerations. Then I had the ultrasound. Baby looks fabulous. There's lots of amniotic fluid and there's good blood flow through the cord (which means the placenta is functioning well). I was lucky enough to get a couple of great shots of the baby. Here's my favorite - look at the little pouty face!
They took my word for it that Dr. M was fine with me not consulting with the OB and getting put on the induction list. I wasn't hasselled about it at all, which was fabulous! I went in there all prepared to defend my choices. I have no plans on being induced unless this baby is not here by the end of the month. I brought the results of the BPP over to Dr. M's secretary on my way out. I also scheduled an appointment with him for Wednesday. I'll head in for that appointment whether baby is here or not. If baby isn't here, I'll probably get another BPP. If baby is here, I'll just use the appointment to get another functional assessment form filled out for work so that I can continue to take sick leave til my benefits run out. (That's when I'll officially start maternity leave.)
Aside from all that, I'm getting even huger (probably not a word, but I'm claiming pregnancy brain). I took at 41 week belly shot this past Thursday.
Anywho, I guess that's all for now. I should probably try to settle in a get some sleep. I might just have a busy weekend ahead of me, right?
As I had expected, I find myself significantly post-dates again. I went to 42 weeks 1 day with Jesse, so I began this pregnancy prepared to do that again. I'm still quite comfortable, and baby T seems very happy. I had one difficult day last week where my hips killed me and I had very little sleep the night before, but other than that, I'm still truckin' along. Regular massage appointments, the occasional chiropractic appointment, and prenatal yoga have helped a bit, I'm sure.
I had an appointment with my midwife this past Wednesday and all checked out well. I still have some leukocytes in my pee, but I'm asymptomatic, so right now we're treating it naturally. The baby's head is quite low now. And Jayme estimated that the baby was just over 8 lbs at that point, which is about what I think the baby probably weighs.
Then today I had a biophysical profile appointment at the Maternal Fetal Assessment Unit. I spent about 20 minutes on the monitor at first. Baby's heartrate was great. Lots of variability and plenty of acelerations. Then I had the ultrasound. Baby looks fabulous. There's lots of amniotic fluid and there's good blood flow through the cord (which means the placenta is functioning well). I was lucky enough to get a couple of great shots of the baby. Here's my favorite - look at the little pouty face!
They took my word for it that Dr. M was fine with me not consulting with the OB and getting put on the induction list. I wasn't hasselled about it at all, which was fabulous! I went in there all prepared to defend my choices. I have no plans on being induced unless this baby is not here by the end of the month. I brought the results of the BPP over to Dr. M's secretary on my way out. I also scheduled an appointment with him for Wednesday. I'll head in for that appointment whether baby is here or not. If baby isn't here, I'll probably get another BPP. If baby is here, I'll just use the appointment to get another functional assessment form filled out for work so that I can continue to take sick leave til my benefits run out. (That's when I'll officially start maternity leave.)
Aside from all that, I'm getting even huger (probably not a word, but I'm claiming pregnancy brain). I took at 41 week belly shot this past Thursday.
Anywho, I guess that's all for now. I should probably try to settle in a get some sleep. I might just have a busy weekend ahead of me, right?
Belly! Belly! Belly!!!
I got the CD of photos from my session with Tara Bradbury. I've finally had a chance to review them and I'm really happy with them. There are a few pictures that I'm going to have printed. Maybe make a collage with them or something. I highly, highly recommend every pregnant woman have a session done like this during her 3rd trimester. It's such an amazing time in your life. You should capture it!
Friday, March 4, 2011
Baby has a bed!
40 weeks 1 day
The cradle mattress finally came for the baby. So exciting! Now Trouble won't have to sleep on the same craptastic vinyl covered polyurethane foam "mattress" that Jesse did. I got it from www.naturallygood.net . It wasn't exactly cheap, but I bet it'll be worth it. It's made of natural rubber, wool, and organic cotton. I've covered it with the crocheted wool mattress cover that I felted and lanolinized. I added a cotton receiving blanket on top of that to help absorb any leaks and covered it all with a king-sized pillow case (which fits a 18"x36" cradle mattress perfectly). Here's a pic of the mattress:
And here's the finished bed all made up....don't mind the stripes...the cotton receiving blanket is showing through the pillow case.
I think this should do for Baby T. I hope so anyways. At least until I'm comfortable having a wee babe in the bed with us again.
Also, I hit my due date this week! Of course, it came and went without an arrival. But that was to be expected, really. Jesse was 15 days "post-dates" so I figure this baby will behave similarly. I had my 40 week appointment on Wednesday night. I'm measuring 41 weeks and it seems baby has had a growth spurt. Jayme is now estimating baby to be right around 8 lbs. The heartrate was great and my blood pressure was fine. All is as it should be. I took a (possibly final?) belly pic yesterday. I'm finally at the point where I'm kind of uncomfortable, and hoping I don't get to be even more so before the baby comes. Considering I could be waiting another 2 weeks (or more??!!!) I probably will. Anyways, here's the pic:
I guess that's it for now. I may have another post coming tonight if I get my grubby little hands on the CD from our photo session. I have a few images already, but I want to get all of them before I choose what to post.
The cradle mattress finally came for the baby. So exciting! Now Trouble won't have to sleep on the same craptastic vinyl covered polyurethane foam "mattress" that Jesse did. I got it from www.naturallygood.net . It wasn't exactly cheap, but I bet it'll be worth it. It's made of natural rubber, wool, and organic cotton. I've covered it with the crocheted wool mattress cover that I felted and lanolinized. I added a cotton receiving blanket on top of that to help absorb any leaks and covered it all with a king-sized pillow case (which fits a 18"x36" cradle mattress perfectly). Here's a pic of the mattress:
And here's the finished bed all made up....don't mind the stripes...the cotton receiving blanket is showing through the pillow case.
I think this should do for Baby T. I hope so anyways. At least until I'm comfortable having a wee babe in the bed with us again.
Also, I hit my due date this week! Of course, it came and went without an arrival. But that was to be expected, really. Jesse was 15 days "post-dates" so I figure this baby will behave similarly. I had my 40 week appointment on Wednesday night. I'm measuring 41 weeks and it seems baby has had a growth spurt. Jayme is now estimating baby to be right around 8 lbs. The heartrate was great and my blood pressure was fine. All is as it should be. I took a (possibly final?) belly pic yesterday. I'm finally at the point where I'm kind of uncomfortable, and hoping I don't get to be even more so before the baby comes. Considering I could be waiting another 2 weeks (or more??!!!) I probably will. Anyways, here's the pic:
I guess that's it for now. I may have another post coming tonight if I get my grubby little hands on the CD from our photo session. I have a few images already, but I want to get all of them before I choose what to post.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Party in my Belly
39 weeks 4 days
I took this little video last night. I did get some movement, but the real party started afterward when I was trying to get to sleep.
I took this little video last night. I did get some movement, but the real party started afterward when I was trying to get to sleep.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Time's getting short!
39 weeks 1 day
OK, so I was under the impression that March 3rd was a Friday, but have since learned that it's a Thursday, meaning I'm due a day earlier than I thought. Pregnancy brain strikes again! Anyhow, things are going pretty well. My right hip is bothering me today, but really, that's not a whole lot to complain about, now is it?
I had an appointment with my midwife on Wednesday night. Mom got to meet her! We all cracked up at Jesse taking my measurements and using the doppler. I'll try to get a video of him if I end up having an appointment this Wednesday. (It's scheduled, but Trouble could surprise us all and come early.) He's quite the little midwife! All was well at the appointment, though I may have a slight UTI. Treating it naturally for the time being. I'm asymptomatic, and will hopefully stay that way. Jayme figures Baby T is just over 7 lbs at this point. It'll be fun to find out if her guestimate is right. Everything is in order for the homebirth, with the exception of the pool liner. So I'm hoping to hang out for a few days yet. We're having issues with Canada Post. (Go figure.)
In other news, I've reached the beached whale stage. Turning over in bed is getting more difficult, and I'm moving more slowly. With Jesse's pregnancy, I prided myself on the fact that I never developed the typical pregnant waddle. Unfortunately, I can't brag about that this time. And toddler wrangling has become quite the chore. Jesse takes full advantage of the fact that my get-up-and-go has got up and gone. Here's the evidence of my hugeness:
OK, so I was under the impression that March 3rd was a Friday, but have since learned that it's a Thursday, meaning I'm due a day earlier than I thought. Pregnancy brain strikes again! Anyhow, things are going pretty well. My right hip is bothering me today, but really, that's not a whole lot to complain about, now is it?
I had an appointment with my midwife on Wednesday night. Mom got to meet her! We all cracked up at Jesse taking my measurements and using the doppler. I'll try to get a video of him if I end up having an appointment this Wednesday. (It's scheduled, but Trouble could surprise us all and come early.) He's quite the little midwife! All was well at the appointment, though I may have a slight UTI. Treating it naturally for the time being. I'm asymptomatic, and will hopefully stay that way. Jayme figures Baby T is just over 7 lbs at this point. It'll be fun to find out if her guestimate is right. Everything is in order for the homebirth, with the exception of the pool liner. So I'm hoping to hang out for a few days yet. We're having issues with Canada Post. (Go figure.)
In other news, I've reached the beached whale stage. Turning over in bed is getting more difficult, and I'm moving more slowly. With Jesse's pregnancy, I prided myself on the fact that I never developed the typical pregnant waddle. Unfortunately, I can't brag about that this time. And toddler wrangling has become quite the chore. Jesse takes full advantage of the fact that my get-up-and-go has got up and gone. Here's the evidence of my hugeness:
I've also been working on getting everything else in order. The crocheted mattress cover is finished, washed, felted and lanolinized. I'll post pics of that later. The dipes are all washed and in order. I did chicken out though and bought some sposies for the meconium poos. They're from "Broody Chick" though and are chlorine free, frangrance free, hypo-allergenic and fully compostable. I may not even use them all...just enough to get us to the easy-to-deal-with breastmilk poos. I can't wait to use the new cloth dipes on this baby. They are sooooooo sweet! Here's a peek at some of them:
I've also picked up a little outfit for Baby T. As much as I've looked, I've barely been able to find anything that's gender neutral. So when I saw this at Dominion, of all place, I had to get it:
I guess that's enough for now. I'll update with more later. Including the mattress cover. Oh, and I need to share a pic of the woolens I have for Baby T! I finally got them washed and lanolinized over the past few days. (Yes, I'm fully aware that only the hardcore cloth diaper nuts will appreciate my excitement over this.)
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Brazen Baby
37 weeks 2 days
This baby is trying to psych me out! I contracted for a good 4 hours last night. Between 12:45 am and 1: 45 am I had 12 contractions. And not Braxton Hicks either. They felt like the contractions I had the morning I woke up in early labour with Jesse. I was half tempted to call my midwife and let her know, but I figured she was probably in bed by that point, and I didn't want to wake her up for no good reason. The contractions didn't peter out, even though I was chugging water and lying down, but they didn't pick up in frequency or intensity either, so I figured it was not going to happen. After putting all of my cameras on to charge and half way packing an emergency hospital bag (just in case), I decided to try to get some sleep. By the time I was woken up at 6:15 am, they were gone.
Now, I know most people are totally over being pregnant by this point. But that's not me. I'm not ready yet. I don't have everything set up yet, I'm not psychologically ready, and my mom won't get here til February 23rd. So I'd actually really appreciate this baby staying in until much closer to the due date. If Trouble lives up to his/her name though, we may be welcoming our wee bundle a bit earlier than that.
And now, the reason for me having trouble getting my ass out of bed in the morning:
This baby is trying to psych me out! I contracted for a good 4 hours last night. Between 12:45 am and 1: 45 am I had 12 contractions. And not Braxton Hicks either. They felt like the contractions I had the morning I woke up in early labour with Jesse. I was half tempted to call my midwife and let her know, but I figured she was probably in bed by that point, and I didn't want to wake her up for no good reason. The contractions didn't peter out, even though I was chugging water and lying down, but they didn't pick up in frequency or intensity either, so I figured it was not going to happen. After putting all of my cameras on to charge and half way packing an emergency hospital bag (just in case), I decided to try to get some sleep. By the time I was woken up at 6:15 am, they were gone.
Now, I know most people are totally over being pregnant by this point. But that's not me. I'm not ready yet. I don't have everything set up yet, I'm not psychologically ready, and my mom won't get here til February 23rd. So I'd actually really appreciate this baby staying in until much closer to the due date. If Trouble lives up to his/her name though, we may be welcoming our wee bundle a bit earlier than that.
And now, the reason for me having trouble getting my ass out of bed in the morning:
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Love, Will Miss, Looking Forward To....
I'll post a weekly update tonight (if I get a chance). All is well with everyone. For now, I just want to post this. So often people get so caught up in the misery of the last few weeks of pregnancy (and granted, some people are totally entitled to feel that way) that they miss out on the good stuff. Personally, I rather enjoy the last few weeks (for the most part) and cherish this time that I get to have the baby all to myself. So I made a list of all the things I love, what I will miss, and what I'm looking forward to. Thought I'd share it.
~I love the belly. Even though it's huge, I love it. I'll miss it when it's gone.
~I love feeling beautiful. It's the only time in my life that I'm really not self-conscious about how I look. (After all, "round" is a perfectly acceptible shape when you're knocked up.)
~I love having clear skin. I've had acne since I was 11. It goes away completely around 20 weeks.
~I love being off work and finally getting into a normal sleep routine!
~I love my weekly massage appointments.
~I love the belly kisses, hugs, and rubs from my toddler.
~I love the movement. At this point, I sometimes feel like Sigourney Weaver in Alien 3, but it's still awesome.
~I'm going to miss the my midwife and her assistants. I feel so cared for and special.
~I'm going to miss the belly and the movement for the reasons above!
~I'm going to miss having the baby all to myself. It's the closest I'll ever to be him or her.
~I'm going to miss this magical/mystical feeling of growing another human being.
~I'm going to miss underwire bras.
~I'm looking forward to the birth!!!
~I'm looking forward to nursing a baby that fits in my arms.
~I'm looking forward to being a more chill mama. I was a bit of a basket case with my first. I now know you're not going to ruin your child for life by giving them a pacifier.
~I'm looking forward to trusting my instincts more and being more confident.
~I'm looking forward to seeing how Jesse is with the new baby.
~I'm looking forward to finding out the sex!!! And finding a name that suits the baby. I can't wait to figure that out!
~I'm looking forward to my mom's homecooked meals.
~I'm looking forward to using itty bitty cloth diapers again.
~I love the belly. Even though it's huge, I love it. I'll miss it when it's gone.
~I love feeling beautiful. It's the only time in my life that I'm really not self-conscious about how I look. (After all, "round" is a perfectly acceptible shape when you're knocked up.)
~I love having clear skin. I've had acne since I was 11. It goes away completely around 20 weeks.
~I love being off work and finally getting into a normal sleep routine!
~I love my weekly massage appointments.
~I love the belly kisses, hugs, and rubs from my toddler.
~I love the movement. At this point, I sometimes feel like Sigourney Weaver in Alien 3, but it's still awesome.
~I'm going to miss the my midwife and her assistants. I feel so cared for and special.
~I'm going to miss the belly and the movement for the reasons above!
~I'm going to miss having the baby all to myself. It's the closest I'll ever to be him or her.
~I'm going to miss this magical/mystical feeling of growing another human being.
~I'm going to miss underwire bras.
~I'm looking forward to the birth!!!
~I'm looking forward to nursing a baby that fits in my arms.
~I'm looking forward to being a more chill mama. I was a bit of a basket case with my first. I now know you're not going to ruin your child for life by giving them a pacifier.
~I'm looking forward to trusting my instincts more and being more confident.
~I'm looking forward to seeing how Jesse is with the new baby.
~I'm looking forward to finding out the sex!!! And finding a name that suits the baby. I can't wait to figure that out!
~I'm looking forward to my mom's homecooked meals.
~I'm looking forward to using itty bitty cloth diapers again.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Pity Party Table for One....
I spent 5 1/2 hours in the ER today. Trouble's fine. I'm technically "fine." I've just been in misery these past few days dealing with an old problem that reared its ugly head. (Pun not intended. OK...so maybe it was.) Even though the wait was rather hellish, I lucked out in that the doctor that saw me was actually the resident who'd attended Jesse's birth. It was really nice to see her again. She has an absolutely wonderful bedside manner, and asked me what I wanted to do to resolve the issue. Anywho, now that I'm home and doped up on atasol 30s, I'm going to try to get some much needed sleep. I haven't slept much at all in about 4 days. I so hope everything returns to normal by tomorrow...
Friday, February 4, 2011
A jumble of things....
36 weeks
It's been a while since I updated, and I have a couple of new belly pics. I'm feeling rather huge, and looking it as well. Baby is approximately 5 1/2 lbs at this point, about right on par with what Jesse would have been at 36 weeks as well. It's also showing on the scale, as I'm not up 15 lbs from my lowest weight with this pregnancy. I'm still only up 3 lbs from my pre-pregnancy weight though.
In other news....
We're slowly getting ready for the baby. Trying to get some junk cleared out of the house, getting space cleared for the home birth, and getting stuff ready that the baby needs. The clothes are all washed and the dipes are ready to go (though I'm waiting on more to arrive in the mail), and the cradle is put together. I actually did that part myself, and I'm rather proud! Lame, I know. Check it out though:
I'm getting rid of the vinyl covered mattress pad though. I should have gotten rid of it with Jesse, but I didn't know any better back then. I'm getting an all cotton cradle mattress. And I'm crocheting a wool cover for it that I'm going to felt and lanolinize (keep your fingers crossed that it actually works!). Here's the progress so far:
And apparently a king sized pillow case will fit over the mattress perfectly, so I'm going to try to order a couple pair of organic cotton pillow cases as cradle sheets.
I've also had appointments with both Jayme and Dr. B (Jayme's back-up) since my last post. Everything is looking good. Baby is measuring about a week ahead, but that's pretty normal since the head is not engaged yet. Baby *is* vertex though and staying that way. Finally! I've written up two birth plans...one for a home birth and one in case of transfer to the hospital. I might post them at a later time. Dr. B has me scheduled in with the maternal fetal assessment unit for a 41 week biophysical profile, since it's very likely I'm going to go post-dates again. It's an appointment I can easily cancel if Trouble decides to surprise us all and show up earlier than that.
Another thing I wanted to share is that I found another couple of pairs of maternity jeans that don't fall down!!! You can see one pair in my 35 week pic. It's so difficult to find pants that work for me when I'm pregnant. We only have one maternity clothing store here now - Motherhood Maternity - and most of what they carry is this "secret fit belly" and they just suck! And they account for about 90% of the pants in the store! Frustrating! Anyways, I did have success, and now have some pants to get me through the end of this pregnancy. I hope.
I think that's about it for now...I've probably left out a ton of stuff, but I want to take a nap while Jesse is napping. Ta for now!
It's been a while since I updated, and I have a couple of new belly pics. I'm feeling rather huge, and looking it as well. Baby is approximately 5 1/2 lbs at this point, about right on par with what Jesse would have been at 36 weeks as well. It's also showing on the scale, as I'm not up 15 lbs from my lowest weight with this pregnancy. I'm still only up 3 lbs from my pre-pregnancy weight though.
35 weeks
And here I am at 36 weeks
In other news....
We're slowly getting ready for the baby. Trying to get some junk cleared out of the house, getting space cleared for the home birth, and getting stuff ready that the baby needs. The clothes are all washed and the dipes are ready to go (though I'm waiting on more to arrive in the mail), and the cradle is put together. I actually did that part myself, and I'm rather proud! Lame, I know. Check it out though:
I've also had appointments with both Jayme and Dr. B (Jayme's back-up) since my last post. Everything is looking good. Baby is measuring about a week ahead, but that's pretty normal since the head is not engaged yet. Baby *is* vertex though and staying that way. Finally! I've written up two birth plans...one for a home birth and one in case of transfer to the hospital. I might post them at a later time. Dr. B has me scheduled in with the maternal fetal assessment unit for a 41 week biophysical profile, since it's very likely I'm going to go post-dates again. It's an appointment I can easily cancel if Trouble decides to surprise us all and show up earlier than that.
Another thing I wanted to share is that I found another couple of pairs of maternity jeans that don't fall down!!! You can see one pair in my 35 week pic. It's so difficult to find pants that work for me when I'm pregnant. We only have one maternity clothing store here now - Motherhood Maternity - and most of what they carry is this "secret fit belly" and they just suck! And they account for about 90% of the pants in the store! Frustrating! Anyways, I did have success, and now have some pants to get me through the end of this pregnancy. I hope.
I think that's about it for now...I've probably left out a ton of stuff, but I want to take a nap while Jesse is napping. Ta for now!
Monday, January 24, 2011
A fall, a freak out and a fever
34 weeks 3 days
I took a bit of a nasty spill today in the family room. There weren't many toys on the floor, but I managed to step on the one with wheels that sent me flying towards the bathroom door and then the floor. I mostly landed on my left hip and bum (where I have tons of extra padding, thank goodness). My foot was freaking killing me. I was quite proud that I managed not to curse. Well, as long as you don't count, "Oh God, oh God, oh God" cursing. Had Jesse not been there, I'm sure I would have dropped an f-bomb or two...or three. Probably some more creative expletives as well. The pain dissipated quickly though. Poor Jesse was frightened to death. I asked him to put his toy away and he came and got it and took it behind the ottoman. He didn't know what to do to help.
Shortly afterward a friend arrived with her two girls for a playdate. It went well. It was a nice distraction, actually. Afterward, I realized that I hadn't been feeling the baby move since I fell. And this kiddo is usually like a fetus on crack. So I was worried. Really worried. I eventually dug out my doppler and found the heartbeat. It was in the 150s. HUGE sigh of relief. Now tonight Trouble is once again practicing an Olympic calibre gymnastics routine and I'm feeling much better about things.
The only thing that's got me worried is that Jesse's had a fever all evening. I took his temp a short while ago and it's 38.5 degree Celsius (axilla). Adjusted for core body temp would be about 39 degrees. So, fairly high. I'm going to give him something when he wakes up ...poor kiddo is miserable. I hope I have some acetaminophen or ibuprofen there for him. He hasn't had a fever in nearly 2 years. If there's nothing there I'll have to run out to an all night pharmacy or grocery store. So it looks like tonight will be a long night for me. I hope my sweet kiddo feels better tomorrow.
I took a bit of a nasty spill today in the family room. There weren't many toys on the floor, but I managed to step on the one with wheels that sent me flying towards the bathroom door and then the floor. I mostly landed on my left hip and bum (where I have tons of extra padding, thank goodness). My foot was freaking killing me. I was quite proud that I managed not to curse. Well, as long as you don't count, "Oh God, oh God, oh God" cursing. Had Jesse not been there, I'm sure I would have dropped an f-bomb or two...or three. Probably some more creative expletives as well. The pain dissipated quickly though. Poor Jesse was frightened to death. I asked him to put his toy away and he came and got it and took it behind the ottoman. He didn't know what to do to help.
Shortly afterward a friend arrived with her two girls for a playdate. It went well. It was a nice distraction, actually. Afterward, I realized that I hadn't been feeling the baby move since I fell. And this kiddo is usually like a fetus on crack. So I was worried. Really worried. I eventually dug out my doppler and found the heartbeat. It was in the 150s. HUGE sigh of relief. Now tonight Trouble is once again practicing an Olympic calibre gymnastics routine and I'm feeling much better about things.
The only thing that's got me worried is that Jesse's had a fever all evening. I took his temp a short while ago and it's 38.5 degree Celsius (axilla). Adjusted for core body temp would be about 39 degrees. So, fairly high. I'm going to give him something when he wakes up ...poor kiddo is miserable. I hope I have some acetaminophen or ibuprofen there for him. He hasn't had a fever in nearly 2 years. If there's nothing there I'll have to run out to an all night pharmacy or grocery store. So it looks like tonight will be a long night for me. I hope my sweet kiddo feels better tomorrow.
A belly and a birthday party
34 weeks 2 days
Trouble continues to be a wiggly, wiggly baby. Half the time I can't even tell the position anymore. I get bits and pieces poking out all over the place. I'm thinking though, that for my belly picture this week, Trouble was completely posterior. Either that or transverse. My belly was noticably smaller in my picture. Have a look:
Last week
Trouble continues to be a wiggly, wiggly baby. Half the time I can't even tell the position anymore. I get bits and pieces poking out all over the place. I'm thinking though, that for my belly picture this week, Trouble was completely posterior. Either that or transverse. My belly was noticably smaller in my picture. Have a look:
Last week
This week
It'll be interesting to find out how baby is positioned at my appointment with Jayme this week. Other than the anxiety I have about baby's position (since a homebirth is only an option with a vertex baby), the only other issue I've been having this week is increasing hip pain. It's worse at night, when I have to flip from side-to-side all night. And then it's not great during the day. We'll see if Tina's able to help me out at my massage appointment on Tuesday. I also have a chiropractic appointment that night. I'd really like to get some relief from this discomfort. But really, I can't complain much. This pregnancy has been relatively problem free.
In other news, we finally had Jesse's 3rd birthday party. We decided to keep it a bit smaller this year, and fairly low key. We just invited some of his playmates and let the kids play with whatever they wanted to. We had lots of food out for the kiddos and their parents, and we had a cake at the end. I'm decidely inept when it comes to baking and cake decorating, so the past two years I've been splurging on professionally decorated cakes for Jesse. It's expensive, but the look on Jesse's face when he first saw his cake this year was awesome. Here he is blowing out his candles (with a little help from Mommy)...
He received some wonderful gifts as well, including some great books, a Play-doh burger and fries maker, and a Handy Manny play set. And the kid all played quite well together, which was a bit of a relief. You just never know when you have 10 kiddos running around!
Sunday, January 16, 2011
A Belly and a Breech?
33 weeks 2 days
I had a prenatal appointment last Wednesday, Jan. 12th, here at home. Everything looks good. Jayme and Amber (doula and midwifery assistant) had a listen to babe with Amber's new pinard horn. Very cool. FHR was in the 140s. The belly was measuring 34 weeks, and I was up 1.5 lbs from the previous appointment 2 weeks before, which wasn't too bad, considering I'd been eating like a pig all Christmas. Oh, and baby was definitely head down.
Now, however, baby is almost definitely head up. Baby just had hiccups, and I was feeling them way up high. And there was a ton of uncomfortable movement earlier today, so that could have been when Trouble flipped. I really, really hope that this is a temporary situation and Trouble settled head down again soon. Otherwise, this could throw a monkey wrench into our home birth plans.
On a more positive note, I've started my Hypnobabies home study. I don't know how well it's going to go. The only time I really have to get into it is after Jesse's in bed and housework is done, and by then I'm sleepy and fall asleep listening to the scripts. I'm hoping I can get into a routine of going to sleep earlier and waking up before Jesse so that I can do it in the morning instead. That would definitely be optimal.
And on an even more positive note, I have a TON of new dipes coming! So exciting!!! In addition to having several of Jesse's BG 3.0s converted into snaps, I have a bunch of new BG 4.0s coming, along with some Swaddlebees Mini Nappies, which most definitely should fit trouble from birth. I cannot wait to cloth diaper this new baby. When I started with Jesse I knew very little about CDing and was pretty intimidated by all the options. This time I've gone a bit crazy. Oh, and did I mention I received a wonderful gift of gorgeous handknit newborn longies?! So, so, so exciting!
Oh, and finally, here's this week's belly. Please excuse the messy hair and no make-up. It's been a lazy kind of a day.
I had a prenatal appointment last Wednesday, Jan. 12th, here at home. Everything looks good. Jayme and Amber (doula and midwifery assistant) had a listen to babe with Amber's new pinard horn. Very cool. FHR was in the 140s. The belly was measuring 34 weeks, and I was up 1.5 lbs from the previous appointment 2 weeks before, which wasn't too bad, considering I'd been eating like a pig all Christmas. Oh, and baby was definitely head down.
Now, however, baby is almost definitely head up. Baby just had hiccups, and I was feeling them way up high. And there was a ton of uncomfortable movement earlier today, so that could have been when Trouble flipped. I really, really hope that this is a temporary situation and Trouble settled head down again soon. Otherwise, this could throw a monkey wrench into our home birth plans.
On a more positive note, I've started my Hypnobabies home study. I don't know how well it's going to go. The only time I really have to get into it is after Jesse's in bed and housework is done, and by then I'm sleepy and fall asleep listening to the scripts. I'm hoping I can get into a routine of going to sleep earlier and waking up before Jesse so that I can do it in the morning instead. That would definitely be optimal.
And on an even more positive note, I have a TON of new dipes coming! So exciting!!! In addition to having several of Jesse's BG 3.0s converted into snaps, I have a bunch of new BG 4.0s coming, along with some Swaddlebees Mini Nappies, which most definitely should fit trouble from birth. I cannot wait to cloth diaper this new baby. When I started with Jesse I knew very little about CDing and was pretty intimidated by all the options. This time I've gone a bit crazy. Oh, and did I mention I received a wonderful gift of gorgeous handknit newborn longies?! So, so, so exciting!
Oh, and finally, here's this week's belly. Please excuse the messy hair and no make-up. It's been a lazy kind of a day.
Monday, January 10, 2011
A belly and a birth story
32 weeks 2 days
It's after midnight, but I'm still considering this January 9th - my little boy's 3rd birthday. I can't believe it's been three years since he was born, since I was born to motherhood. Though I do believe that you become a mother the moment you find out you're pregnant, there is definitely something transformational about birth. I don't believe that you can birth a new being into this world and not be changed by it. I most certainly was. And that's why I'm including Jesse's birth story to the end of this post. I'll let you know now that it's very long, and there's plenty of TMI. If you think you can handle that, please read!
And now I'm preparing for Jesse's little brother or sister. I'm getting both excited and terrified. Excited about the birth and nursing a newborn and excited to see how Jesse's going to react. Terrified about how I'm going to adjust to it all! How do people do it with more than one child? I'm still not quite sure. I'm charging forward though...starting to get the house in order, starting my Hypnobabies home study (finally), starting prenatal yoga, adding to my cloth diaper stash, getting all the baby stuff together and sorted, etc.... I suppose I really have no choice. There's no going back now!
See? Baby has definitely gone through a growth spurt! And I'm still not up to my pre-pregnancy weight! Only 1.5 lbs to go though! So I've gained back 10.5 lbs overall. And it looks like it's all belly thus far, thank goodness! (Not that I enjoy the "are you sure there's not two in there?" comments.) I just hope my 2 favorite pairs of maternity pants continue to fit me. I could end up in sweatpants by the end!
Anyhow, this post is getting long and I'm getting tired. I promise to post pics of the birthday boy sometimes this week, once I finally get some pics uploaded and sorted through. Now, without further ado, here's my baby boy's birth story. It remains unchanged from when it was written, 6 weeks post partum.
Jesse certainly took his time getting ready for his grand entrance into the world. I had been contracting fairly regularly for weeks, but my little man wanted to keep everyone in suspense. At 41 weeks I was placed on the induction list. At 41 weeks 3 days I was called by the case room staff and offered an induction but declined. That day I also saw my doctor, Dr. D, and her resident, Dr. W. We discussed induction and decided to continue to wait. I also requested a membrane sweep…something I had been against for the longest time, but decided that it would likely be the lesser of the two evils (membrane sweep vs. induction). My cervix was really posterior, so she had a hard time even finding it. She found it and told me I was 2 cm dilated and about 40% effaced (kinda funny since I was 2-3 cm/50% with bulging membranes 4 days before that). Then she started the membrane sweep. Honest to God, if I had to choose between labor and a membrane sweep, I’d choose labor! It was excruciating. She only got half way around before I couldn’t stand it anymore and yelled at her to stop. But she might have stirred some stuff up. I lost part of my mucous plug the next night, at 41 weeks, 4 days. I was so excited that I had to get Steve to come check it out! At that point my contractions were about 10 minutes apart and fairly regular. I was hoping that it was the beginning of labor, but nope! Some contractions woke me up overnight, but they petered off in the morning.
I continued to go to the case room daily for my NSTs. They were all reactive, and my kick counts were all fabulous. The baby was always moving up a storm in there. The pressure to induce from the OB staff was intense and I was starting to really question myself, but deep down I just *knew* that it wasn’t the right decision for me and my baby. I started trying natural methods of induction, like nipple stimulation. That only made me really sore! I even tried sex, which was SO not appealing to me at the time! On Tuesday, at 42 weeks I had another BPP and NST. They were both top notch. I met Dr. D at the case room and she checked my cervix again. This time I was still 2 cm, but 60% effaced. My cervix was really soft and baby was at -2 station. My Bishop’s score was a 6. So, had we decided on induction, at least my cervix was favorable. But she didn’t push induction at all. She fully swept my membranes though! It still hurt, but not nearly as much as the first time. That evening I lost more of my mucous plug and my contraction were stronger and more consistent. I went to bed early, around 10 PM, thinking that this was really it this time. I contracted all night, and they woke me up a few times. But I slept really well!
I woke up on the morning of January 9, 2008, at 42 weeks 1 day almost certain that it would be “the day.” I was right. I was having lots of blood streaked mucous, and the contraction became quite regular. I thought the baby might be in a slightly posterior position, so I spent some time on the birthing ball, resting my upper body on my bed. I spent most of my time though puttering around the house trying to get everything ready to go. I got a shower and finished packing my hospital bags. I don’t think Steve really caught on that I was actually in labor, because he was really “takin’ it easy” all morning. Around lunch time he decided it was time to chuck the Christmas tree! I got after him to get a shower and get ready. I think he knew then that I meant business! At that point my contractions were coming about every 3-5 minutes and were getting stronger. I called Dr. D’s office, but she was on her lunch break and not in the office. I was thinking I could go in to the clinic and she could check my cervix there before I decided to go to the hospital. I really didn’t want to head straight to the hospital only to find out I was still at 2 cm. It was around then that I called my Aunt Cathy at her school. My mom and dad had already gone home to Stephenville 3 days prior, and my other 2 back up people (Steve’s sister Shelley, and my friend Wendy’s Mom) were unavailable. Since Aunt Cathy had offered to come in with me, she was it! I talked to her, and she said she’d be here in a couple of hours (she lives 1 ½ hours outside of town). Dr. W then returned my call, and suggested that I head on in to the case room.
I kinda took my time though. I got something to eat and took my final belly pics. I wanted to make sure I had pictures of my belly the day I went into labor. I think my belly was pretty spectacular. Anywho, we loaded up the car and drove to the hospital. When I buzzed the caseroom (it’s a locked unit) I told them who I was and said I was there for my NST. They let me in, and when I got to the desk, I mentioned to the nurses that I *might* be in labor. The triage nurse that day was Robin. I recognized her from when I was a student. She’s also a British-trained midwife. She hooked me up to the monitor and told me she’d only leave me on it for 20 minutes because she didn’t want me lying down much, since I was starting to get pretty uncomfortable. I lied down on the bed and listened to my hypnobabies CD for a bit. After 20 minutes she came back and checked the strip. My contrax were actually every 2-3 minutes at that point. But I only had 2 acels, and Robin said she wanted to get one more acel on the strip so that the other nurses and the docs wouldn’t hassel me. After a few minutes, we got the acel, and she unhooked me from the monitor. Then she checked my cervix. She said that I was 3-4 cm, and about 70 % effaced. It was midway between anterior and posterior. I was a bit disappointed, but she reassured me that I was progressing really well. She called Dr. D, and came back and told me that Dr. D said I could be admitted at that point, or I could go and walk around the hospital for a little while and come back and get checked again. I always said I didn’t want to be admitted too early, but my contractions were coming so quickly and were getting so much stronger, I decided to be admitted. I asked for Birth Room #1, because that was the one with the Jacuzzi. At that point Robin leaned in to me and whispered to me. She said that I should get in the Jacuzzi on my hands and knees as soon as I got my room. She told me that since I was so overdue, the staff would probably try to put me on continuous EFM, but since the baby was slightly posterior, that would be a really bad idea. She said I need to be mobile and use positions that would get the baby into the best position. That was my plan anyways, but it was good to hear someone, especially a midwife say it.
Room #1 wasn’t quite ready for me, so I had to wait about a half an hour to actually get my room. Aunt Cathy showed up in that time. That was a bit of a relief. I wanted people I knew around me. I had to get up and walk around. Sitting or lying down was just not cutting it. I finally got my room around 4 PM. My nurse was Dawn. She asked if I had a birth plan, so I got a copy and handed it to her. Then I got in the Jacuzzi. They put a stool in the tub for me to lean forward on. I was getting more uncomfortable though. I wanted to get my MP3 player, but I was afraid of dropping it in the tub. Steve stayed with me. The nurse popped in and out every new and then. She came in once or twice with the Doppler to check the baby’s heartrate, which was always fine.
After about 40 minutes or an hour (I completely lost track of time), I had to get out of the tub. I just could not get comfortable at all. My knees were hurting, and I just needed to move. So I got out and toweled off and put on a hospital gown. It was a big bathroom, so I just walked around a bit. I started feeling a lot of pressure in my bum, like I was really constipated. The nurse told me that it was probably just the baby, but if I did need to move my bowels, that could be causing some of it as well. She said that I might get some relief with an enema. So she gave me two of them, and I ran to the bathroom. I DEFINITELY got some relief. At least then I KNEW that what I was feeling was the baby. Things really picked up after that. I walked around moaning and breathing through my contractions and I’d sit on the toilet between them. I only had seconds though between my contractions. They were coming so fast. I tried to use my birth ball, but it was just too uncomfortable. I couldn’t sit on the bed either. The toilet was the only place I could get comfortable. That was a bit hard for me to take, because in order to use the Hypnobabies, I needed to first get into a fully supported position…even if it was just for a minute. But I only had 20 seconds, at the most between contractions. So I had to make-do. I remembered reading in the Sears’ Birth Book about how Martha Sears coped better with her contractions when she relaxed her belly, so that she’d look 11 months pregnant, instead of tensing up and looking only 7 months pregnant. I gave it a try and it really did help some. It gave me something to focus on…just sticking my belly out as far as I could during a contraction.
With the contractions being so intense, the nurse asked me if I wanted to be checked, and I did. At that point I was about 6 cm and pretty close to fully effaced. I got back up quickly because I couldn’t stand lying down. After that, my nurse went to break, and Robin, the triage nurse relieved her. I will be forever grateful to her for that. She really helped me through the rest of my labor. Steve was pretty much a by-stander for the most part. Which was fine. I was in my own world, just going with it. And Aunt Cathy was designated the official photographer. She’d had c-sections with both of her children, so I think she was at a bit of a loss as to what to do. But that was OK with me. I just wanted her there. I think that, more than anything, I wanted witnesses to the birth. But Robin was amazing. The contractions got so intense. And yeah, they were painful. I don’t remember the pain now though, but I do remember the intensity. It was really overwhelming. Robin really helped me through them. She talked to me and held my hands. She was so calming. It was at this point that I was really starting to doubt myself. I kept saying “I can’t do it.” I remember thinking “this is why people get the epidural.” Robin assured me I was doing fantastic. I didn’t ask for pain meds. I really felt like I couldn’t take much more, but I knew that with all my soul I didn’t want any pain meds. I didn’t want Demerol. I didn’t want an epidural. I knew that I wouldn’t be OK with that decision after all was said and done. Robin really helped me through that time.
It was around then that I started getting really pushy with my contractions as well. At the height of each contraction, I could feel my body involuntarily pushing and I would grunt and try to breathe. Robin asked me if I was feeling pushy, and I told her I was. She told me she wanted to check me because it seemed to her that I was progressing really fast. I guess they wanted to make sure they called Dr. D soon enough for her to actually make it there! I told her that I couldn’t lie down, it would hurt too bad. I NEEDED to move. She assured me she would be super quick. She waited until a contraction was ending, and I literally jumped on the bed and assumed the position as quickly as I could, so that I could get back up before the next one came. At that point I was about 8 cm. She told me that the baby’s position was OT (occiput transverse) which was not a great thing. She wanted me to get into extreme left lateral position to try to get the baby to turn anterior. I told her I couldn’t do it. A contraction came and it was HORRIBLE lying there. My body was pushing during the contractions and it was like a freight train was coming…there was no stopping it. I NEEDED to get up so badly. But we all knew that pushing at that point was a bad thing. My cervix wasn’t fully dilated. I knew that she was right though. It was then that Robin mentioned to someone (not sure who) that I try the nitrous oxide gas. I heard her say it and I told her I’d agree to it. I had actually been thinking about asking for it at that exact point. My plan was to go without pain meds completely, but I always knew that if I DID need something, I’d use the nitrous oxide. It’s VERY safe and wears off very quickly. They set it up and I was using it with the next contraction. The exact time on the birth record was 1910h, so 7:10 PM. I breathed it in and at first I didn’t think it was doing anything. The nurses kept telling me to breathe, because I started pushing. When I was pushing, I wasn’t breathing, and vice versa. Focusing on breathing in the nitrous oxide helped me to stop my body from pushing a little. Dawn checked me after a bit and all that was left was a lip of cervix on one side. She pushed it back during my next contraction and the baby’s head came down a bit.
According to my birth record, the second stage started at 1940h, or 7:40 PM. They got me over on my right side for some reason. I kept breathing in the nitrous oxide during the contractions, but my body was pushing even harder. My water broke while I was pushing. I remember feeling the warm fluid coming out. It didn’t all come at once though. More came out with every contraction. It was so strong and so intense. Probably the best word to describe the pushing part is “primal.” It was so animal-like. And the noises I was making were pretty animal-like too! I really didn’t care though. I remember feeling Jesse descending. It felt like he was coming out my bum. It really does. I’d heard people say that before, but I never realized just how much it feels like being really constipated. At some point my Aunt Cathy asked if I wanted pictures of Jesse being born. I said I did. I do actually have a pic of him crowning, but I haven’t been able to bring myself to look at it yet. I remember Dr. D and Dr. W getting there. They were all gowned and gloved up. I remember Dr. D asking Dr. W if she’d ever done a side-lying delivery, and she said “no.” Things went so quickly. I could feel Jesse’s head moving down with each contraction. I was still using the nitrous oxide a bit and was a bit loopy in between the contractions, when the gas would really hit me, but they were coming so quickly. I remember the sensation of when Jesse was crowning, except that I don’t remember it being painful. I do remember that I wanted it to be over! I remembered reading in Hypnobabies that the best way is to push the baby out between contractions…there’s less tearing that way. Well, that didn’t quite work out! I pushed with all my might! Steve told me later that both Dr. D and Dr. W were trying to hold him back! They were trying to guard my perineum. But he barreled on out! Steve told me later that it was really weird, seeing me with a head at both ends. I remember feeling Dr. D then reach up for his shoulder. After the shoulder came out the rest of his body slid on out.
Though he didn’t get his name right away, Jesse Liam Snow was born at 8:11 PM. Dr. D had to peel back the membranes, which covered his face. Then she placed him right up on my chest. I was pretty loopy at that point, from the nitrous oxide and the endorphins, and I felt completely dumbfounded. I had been so concentrated on the pregnancy and the birth for so long. The fact that I had a baby and that he was here and lying on my chest was sort of a foreign concept to me. I still didn’t know if the baby was a he or a she at that point, and Steve was looking at the two of us in wonder. Dr. D nudged Steve and said, “Alright Daddy, do your job!” Steve clued in and exclaimed, “It’s a boy!” I was totally confused at this point, what with there being a baby on my chest, AND the fact that I had been so sure it was a girl. I looked at Steve and said, “Are you sure?” Everyone in the room cracked up laughing. Steve laughed and said, “Oh, yeah, I’m sure!” I was in complete awe and wonder, looking at my little baby.
At some point I became aware of the cord. I felt it on my lower belly. Dr. D waited for it to stop pulsating, and then she clamped it and got Steve to cut it. She waited for the placenta to detach and applied gentle traction and I gave a little push and out it came. After a couple minutes of cuddling with the baby, Dr. D told me she had to check me out. I think she suspected the damage was pretty bad. She had the OB, come in with her. A nurse took the baby so that they could check him out. Then Dr. D told me to use the nitrous oxide again for the pain. After they checked me Dr. D spoke with the OB about what to do and then she came to talk to me. She said that the baby did a lot of damage on the way out and told me that the best option was for me to get a spinal so that they could do the repair. I would need to go to the OR. I asked if Steve and the baby could come too. Of course they couldn’t, but I wasn’t completely comprehending everything at that point. I guess the endorphins were starting to wear off, and I was starting to feel the pain. I was also starting to shake really badly. So they wheeled me off to the OR.
Someone started an IV in my left hand and then it took about a half hour for the anesthesiologist to get the spinal started. I remember him mentioning something about my tattoo, and it was a bit of an issue, but he got it done. It was the weirdest feeling in the world. My legs were all pins and needles. I couldn’t wiggle my toes. I tried, but I couldn’t. They put my legs up in the stirrups and the OB did the repair. Dr. D and Dr. W were there for part of it. Dr. D talked to me through a lot of it. She told me how perfect the baby was, and how healthy the placenta was. No one believed that he was overdue. I got back to the birth room at around 11 PM. Steve was there, with Aunt Cathy and the baby, and my brother was there too. I was still shaking really badly. They put this blanket on me that fills up with warm air. I didn’t feel cold, but I was cold. My temp was pretty low. Steve came over to me holding the baby. We tried to figure out what to call him. But I was flat on my back and couldn’t get a good look at him to decide if he was a Liam or a Jack (the two names we had picked out). They couldn’t raise the head of my bed because it might drop my blood pressure. After I stopped shaking enough, one of the nurses helped me nurse the baby for the first time. Dr. D then gave him his first dose of oral vitamin K.
We got up to my room on the obstetrics ward around midnight. The baby went to the nursery to get checked out and cleaned up while I got settled away. I was just starting to get my legs back, so I needed a bit of help transferring from the stretcher to the hospital bed. After about a half hour one of the nurses brought the baby to me in the bassinette. I got to really look at him for the first time. I still couldn’t believe he was a boy! And it was then that I decided that he didn’t look like a Liam or a Jack. We came up with Jesse the next afternoon.
Anywho, the long and short of it is, I’m completely happy with Jesse’s birth. Sure, it would have been nice to not have ended up with a 3rd degree tear, but I gave birth to my son on my terms and I know I made the right decisions. He was born alert and very healthy, which was always priority number one.
It's after midnight, but I'm still considering this January 9th - my little boy's 3rd birthday. I can't believe it's been three years since he was born, since I was born to motherhood. Though I do believe that you become a mother the moment you find out you're pregnant, there is definitely something transformational about birth. I don't believe that you can birth a new being into this world and not be changed by it. I most certainly was. And that's why I'm including Jesse's birth story to the end of this post. I'll let you know now that it's very long, and there's plenty of TMI. If you think you can handle that, please read!
And now I'm preparing for Jesse's little brother or sister. I'm getting both excited and terrified. Excited about the birth and nursing a newborn and excited to see how Jesse's going to react. Terrified about how I'm going to adjust to it all! How do people do it with more than one child? I'm still not quite sure. I'm charging forward though...starting to get the house in order, starting my Hypnobabies home study (finally), starting prenatal yoga, adding to my cloth diaper stash, getting all the baby stuff together and sorted, etc.... I suppose I really have no choice. There's no going back now!
See? Baby has definitely gone through a growth spurt! And I'm still not up to my pre-pregnancy weight! Only 1.5 lbs to go though! So I've gained back 10.5 lbs overall. And it looks like it's all belly thus far, thank goodness! (Not that I enjoy the "are you sure there's not two in there?" comments.) I just hope my 2 favorite pairs of maternity pants continue to fit me. I could end up in sweatpants by the end!
Anyhow, this post is getting long and I'm getting tired. I promise to post pics of the birthday boy sometimes this week, once I finally get some pics uploaded and sorted through. Now, without further ado, here's my baby boy's birth story. It remains unchanged from when it was written, 6 weeks post partum.
Jesse Liam's Birth Story
Jesse certainly took his time getting ready for his grand entrance into the world. I had been contracting fairly regularly for weeks, but my little man wanted to keep everyone in suspense. At 41 weeks I was placed on the induction list. At 41 weeks 3 days I was called by the case room staff and offered an induction but declined. That day I also saw my doctor, Dr. D, and her resident, Dr. W. We discussed induction and decided to continue to wait. I also requested a membrane sweep…something I had been against for the longest time, but decided that it would likely be the lesser of the two evils (membrane sweep vs. induction). My cervix was really posterior, so she had a hard time even finding it. She found it and told me I was 2 cm dilated and about 40% effaced (kinda funny since I was 2-3 cm/50% with bulging membranes 4 days before that). Then she started the membrane sweep. Honest to God, if I had to choose between labor and a membrane sweep, I’d choose labor! It was excruciating. She only got half way around before I couldn’t stand it anymore and yelled at her to stop. But she might have stirred some stuff up. I lost part of my mucous plug the next night, at 41 weeks, 4 days. I was so excited that I had to get Steve to come check it out! At that point my contractions were about 10 minutes apart and fairly regular. I was hoping that it was the beginning of labor, but nope! Some contractions woke me up overnight, but they petered off in the morning.
I continued to go to the case room daily for my NSTs. They were all reactive, and my kick counts were all fabulous. The baby was always moving up a storm in there. The pressure to induce from the OB staff was intense and I was starting to really question myself, but deep down I just *knew* that it wasn’t the right decision for me and my baby. I started trying natural methods of induction, like nipple stimulation. That only made me really sore! I even tried sex, which was SO not appealing to me at the time! On Tuesday, at 42 weeks I had another BPP and NST. They were both top notch. I met Dr. D at the case room and she checked my cervix again. This time I was still 2 cm, but 60% effaced. My cervix was really soft and baby was at -2 station. My Bishop’s score was a 6. So, had we decided on induction, at least my cervix was favorable. But she didn’t push induction at all. She fully swept my membranes though! It still hurt, but not nearly as much as the first time. That evening I lost more of my mucous plug and my contraction were stronger and more consistent. I went to bed early, around 10 PM, thinking that this was really it this time. I contracted all night, and they woke me up a few times. But I slept really well!
I woke up on the morning of January 9, 2008, at 42 weeks 1 day almost certain that it would be “the day.” I was right. I was having lots of blood streaked mucous, and the contraction became quite regular. I thought the baby might be in a slightly posterior position, so I spent some time on the birthing ball, resting my upper body on my bed. I spent most of my time though puttering around the house trying to get everything ready to go. I got a shower and finished packing my hospital bags. I don’t think Steve really caught on that I was actually in labor, because he was really “takin’ it easy” all morning. Around lunch time he decided it was time to chuck the Christmas tree! I got after him to get a shower and get ready. I think he knew then that I meant business! At that point my contractions were coming about every 3-5 minutes and were getting stronger. I called Dr. D’s office, but she was on her lunch break and not in the office. I was thinking I could go in to the clinic and she could check my cervix there before I decided to go to the hospital. I really didn’t want to head straight to the hospital only to find out I was still at 2 cm. It was around then that I called my Aunt Cathy at her school. My mom and dad had already gone home to Stephenville 3 days prior, and my other 2 back up people (Steve’s sister Shelley, and my friend Wendy’s Mom) were unavailable. Since Aunt Cathy had offered to come in with me, she was it! I talked to her, and she said she’d be here in a couple of hours (she lives 1 ½ hours outside of town). Dr. W then returned my call, and suggested that I head on in to the case room.
I kinda took my time though. I got something to eat and took my final belly pics. I wanted to make sure I had pictures of my belly the day I went into labor. I think my belly was pretty spectacular. Anywho, we loaded up the car and drove to the hospital. When I buzzed the caseroom (it’s a locked unit) I told them who I was and said I was there for my NST. They let me in, and when I got to the desk, I mentioned to the nurses that I *might* be in labor. The triage nurse that day was Robin. I recognized her from when I was a student. She’s also a British-trained midwife. She hooked me up to the monitor and told me she’d only leave me on it for 20 minutes because she didn’t want me lying down much, since I was starting to get pretty uncomfortable. I lied down on the bed and listened to my hypnobabies CD for a bit. After 20 minutes she came back and checked the strip. My contrax were actually every 2-3 minutes at that point. But I only had 2 acels, and Robin said she wanted to get one more acel on the strip so that the other nurses and the docs wouldn’t hassel me. After a few minutes, we got the acel, and she unhooked me from the monitor. Then she checked my cervix. She said that I was 3-4 cm, and about 70 % effaced. It was midway between anterior and posterior. I was a bit disappointed, but she reassured me that I was progressing really well. She called Dr. D, and came back and told me that Dr. D said I could be admitted at that point, or I could go and walk around the hospital for a little while and come back and get checked again. I always said I didn’t want to be admitted too early, but my contractions were coming so quickly and were getting so much stronger, I decided to be admitted. I asked for Birth Room #1, because that was the one with the Jacuzzi. At that point Robin leaned in to me and whispered to me. She said that I should get in the Jacuzzi on my hands and knees as soon as I got my room. She told me that since I was so overdue, the staff would probably try to put me on continuous EFM, but since the baby was slightly posterior, that would be a really bad idea. She said I need to be mobile and use positions that would get the baby into the best position. That was my plan anyways, but it was good to hear someone, especially a midwife say it.
Room #1 wasn’t quite ready for me, so I had to wait about a half an hour to actually get my room. Aunt Cathy showed up in that time. That was a bit of a relief. I wanted people I knew around me. I had to get up and walk around. Sitting or lying down was just not cutting it. I finally got my room around 4 PM. My nurse was Dawn. She asked if I had a birth plan, so I got a copy and handed it to her. Then I got in the Jacuzzi. They put a stool in the tub for me to lean forward on. I was getting more uncomfortable though. I wanted to get my MP3 player, but I was afraid of dropping it in the tub. Steve stayed with me. The nurse popped in and out every new and then. She came in once or twice with the Doppler to check the baby’s heartrate, which was always fine.
After about 40 minutes or an hour (I completely lost track of time), I had to get out of the tub. I just could not get comfortable at all. My knees were hurting, and I just needed to move. So I got out and toweled off and put on a hospital gown. It was a big bathroom, so I just walked around a bit. I started feeling a lot of pressure in my bum, like I was really constipated. The nurse told me that it was probably just the baby, but if I did need to move my bowels, that could be causing some of it as well. She said that I might get some relief with an enema. So she gave me two of them, and I ran to the bathroom. I DEFINITELY got some relief. At least then I KNEW that what I was feeling was the baby. Things really picked up after that. I walked around moaning and breathing through my contractions and I’d sit on the toilet between them. I only had seconds though between my contractions. They were coming so fast. I tried to use my birth ball, but it was just too uncomfortable. I couldn’t sit on the bed either. The toilet was the only place I could get comfortable. That was a bit hard for me to take, because in order to use the Hypnobabies, I needed to first get into a fully supported position…even if it was just for a minute. But I only had 20 seconds, at the most between contractions. So I had to make-do. I remembered reading in the Sears’ Birth Book about how Martha Sears coped better with her contractions when she relaxed her belly, so that she’d look 11 months pregnant, instead of tensing up and looking only 7 months pregnant. I gave it a try and it really did help some. It gave me something to focus on…just sticking my belly out as far as I could during a contraction.
With the contractions being so intense, the nurse asked me if I wanted to be checked, and I did. At that point I was about 6 cm and pretty close to fully effaced. I got back up quickly because I couldn’t stand lying down. After that, my nurse went to break, and Robin, the triage nurse relieved her. I will be forever grateful to her for that. She really helped me through the rest of my labor. Steve was pretty much a by-stander for the most part. Which was fine. I was in my own world, just going with it. And Aunt Cathy was designated the official photographer. She’d had c-sections with both of her children, so I think she was at a bit of a loss as to what to do. But that was OK with me. I just wanted her there. I think that, more than anything, I wanted witnesses to the birth. But Robin was amazing. The contractions got so intense. And yeah, they were painful. I don’t remember the pain now though, but I do remember the intensity. It was really overwhelming. Robin really helped me through them. She talked to me and held my hands. She was so calming. It was at this point that I was really starting to doubt myself. I kept saying “I can’t do it.” I remember thinking “this is why people get the epidural.” Robin assured me I was doing fantastic. I didn’t ask for pain meds. I really felt like I couldn’t take much more, but I knew that with all my soul I didn’t want any pain meds. I didn’t want Demerol. I didn’t want an epidural. I knew that I wouldn’t be OK with that decision after all was said and done. Robin really helped me through that time.
It was around then that I started getting really pushy with my contractions as well. At the height of each contraction, I could feel my body involuntarily pushing and I would grunt and try to breathe. Robin asked me if I was feeling pushy, and I told her I was. She told me she wanted to check me because it seemed to her that I was progressing really fast. I guess they wanted to make sure they called Dr. D soon enough for her to actually make it there! I told her that I couldn’t lie down, it would hurt too bad. I NEEDED to move. She assured me she would be super quick. She waited until a contraction was ending, and I literally jumped on the bed and assumed the position as quickly as I could, so that I could get back up before the next one came. At that point I was about 8 cm. She told me that the baby’s position was OT (occiput transverse) which was not a great thing. She wanted me to get into extreme left lateral position to try to get the baby to turn anterior. I told her I couldn’t do it. A contraction came and it was HORRIBLE lying there. My body was pushing during the contractions and it was like a freight train was coming…there was no stopping it. I NEEDED to get up so badly. But we all knew that pushing at that point was a bad thing. My cervix wasn’t fully dilated. I knew that she was right though. It was then that Robin mentioned to someone (not sure who) that I try the nitrous oxide gas. I heard her say it and I told her I’d agree to it. I had actually been thinking about asking for it at that exact point. My plan was to go without pain meds completely, but I always knew that if I DID need something, I’d use the nitrous oxide. It’s VERY safe and wears off very quickly. They set it up and I was using it with the next contraction. The exact time on the birth record was 1910h, so 7:10 PM. I breathed it in and at first I didn’t think it was doing anything. The nurses kept telling me to breathe, because I started pushing. When I was pushing, I wasn’t breathing, and vice versa. Focusing on breathing in the nitrous oxide helped me to stop my body from pushing a little. Dawn checked me after a bit and all that was left was a lip of cervix on one side. She pushed it back during my next contraction and the baby’s head came down a bit.
According to my birth record, the second stage started at 1940h, or 7:40 PM. They got me over on my right side for some reason. I kept breathing in the nitrous oxide during the contractions, but my body was pushing even harder. My water broke while I was pushing. I remember feeling the warm fluid coming out. It didn’t all come at once though. More came out with every contraction. It was so strong and so intense. Probably the best word to describe the pushing part is “primal.” It was so animal-like. And the noises I was making were pretty animal-like too! I really didn’t care though. I remember feeling Jesse descending. It felt like he was coming out my bum. It really does. I’d heard people say that before, but I never realized just how much it feels like being really constipated. At some point my Aunt Cathy asked if I wanted pictures of Jesse being born. I said I did. I do actually have a pic of him crowning, but I haven’t been able to bring myself to look at it yet. I remember Dr. D and Dr. W getting there. They were all gowned and gloved up. I remember Dr. D asking Dr. W if she’d ever done a side-lying delivery, and she said “no.” Things went so quickly. I could feel Jesse’s head moving down with each contraction. I was still using the nitrous oxide a bit and was a bit loopy in between the contractions, when the gas would really hit me, but they were coming so quickly. I remember the sensation of when Jesse was crowning, except that I don’t remember it being painful. I do remember that I wanted it to be over! I remembered reading in Hypnobabies that the best way is to push the baby out between contractions…there’s less tearing that way. Well, that didn’t quite work out! I pushed with all my might! Steve told me later that both Dr. D and Dr. W were trying to hold him back! They were trying to guard my perineum. But he barreled on out! Steve told me later that it was really weird, seeing me with a head at both ends. I remember feeling Dr. D then reach up for his shoulder. After the shoulder came out the rest of his body slid on out.
Though he didn’t get his name right away, Jesse Liam Snow was born at 8:11 PM. Dr. D had to peel back the membranes, which covered his face. Then she placed him right up on my chest. I was pretty loopy at that point, from the nitrous oxide and the endorphins, and I felt completely dumbfounded. I had been so concentrated on the pregnancy and the birth for so long. The fact that I had a baby and that he was here and lying on my chest was sort of a foreign concept to me. I still didn’t know if the baby was a he or a she at that point, and Steve was looking at the two of us in wonder. Dr. D nudged Steve and said, “Alright Daddy, do your job!” Steve clued in and exclaimed, “It’s a boy!” I was totally confused at this point, what with there being a baby on my chest, AND the fact that I had been so sure it was a girl. I looked at Steve and said, “Are you sure?” Everyone in the room cracked up laughing. Steve laughed and said, “Oh, yeah, I’m sure!” I was in complete awe and wonder, looking at my little baby.
At some point I became aware of the cord. I felt it on my lower belly. Dr. D waited for it to stop pulsating, and then she clamped it and got Steve to cut it. She waited for the placenta to detach and applied gentle traction and I gave a little push and out it came. After a couple minutes of cuddling with the baby, Dr. D told me she had to check me out. I think she suspected the damage was pretty bad. She had the OB, come in with her. A nurse took the baby so that they could check him out. Then Dr. D told me to use the nitrous oxide again for the pain. After they checked me Dr. D spoke with the OB about what to do and then she came to talk to me. She said that the baby did a lot of damage on the way out and told me that the best option was for me to get a spinal so that they could do the repair. I would need to go to the OR. I asked if Steve and the baby could come too. Of course they couldn’t, but I wasn’t completely comprehending everything at that point. I guess the endorphins were starting to wear off, and I was starting to feel the pain. I was also starting to shake really badly. So they wheeled me off to the OR.
Someone started an IV in my left hand and then it took about a half hour for the anesthesiologist to get the spinal started. I remember him mentioning something about my tattoo, and it was a bit of an issue, but he got it done. It was the weirdest feeling in the world. My legs were all pins and needles. I couldn’t wiggle my toes. I tried, but I couldn’t. They put my legs up in the stirrups and the OB did the repair. Dr. D and Dr. W were there for part of it. Dr. D talked to me through a lot of it. She told me how perfect the baby was, and how healthy the placenta was. No one believed that he was overdue. I got back to the birth room at around 11 PM. Steve was there, with Aunt Cathy and the baby, and my brother was there too. I was still shaking really badly. They put this blanket on me that fills up with warm air. I didn’t feel cold, but I was cold. My temp was pretty low. Steve came over to me holding the baby. We tried to figure out what to call him. But I was flat on my back and couldn’t get a good look at him to decide if he was a Liam or a Jack (the two names we had picked out). They couldn’t raise the head of my bed because it might drop my blood pressure. After I stopped shaking enough, one of the nurses helped me nurse the baby for the first time. Dr. D then gave him his first dose of oral vitamin K.
We got up to my room on the obstetrics ward around midnight. The baby went to the nursery to get checked out and cleaned up while I got settled away. I was just starting to get my legs back, so I needed a bit of help transferring from the stretcher to the hospital bed. After about a half hour one of the nurses brought the baby to me in the bassinette. I got to really look at him for the first time. I still couldn’t believe he was a boy! And it was then that I decided that he didn’t look like a Liam or a Jack. We came up with Jesse the next afternoon.
Anywho, the long and short of it is, I’m completely happy with Jesse’s birth. Sure, it would have been nice to not have ended up with a 3rd degree tear, but I gave birth to my son on my terms and I know I made the right decisions. He was born alert and very healthy, which was always priority number one.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Work is DONE DONE DONE!!!
32 weeks 1 day
In the past 8 days I worked 60 hours. Yep. 60. I paid for those 6 days off over the Christmas holidays. I've never been so tired, yet wired, in all my life. My eyes are burning out of my skull, but I find it difficult to settle down to sleep. I need a glass of wine. le sigh
At least, after that work week from hell, I'm finished. Done. I'm now on 4 weeks of annual leave (the first three have been approved, still waiting to hear back on the fourth) and then I'll get a doctor's note from Dr. Bob and use up sick leave until the baby comes. At least I'll have full pay until then...even if babe is s-l-o-w like Jesse was.
Even though I'm now off, and have, potentially 10 weeks til the newbie arrives, I have a lot to accomplish. I have to get the house in order (HUGE task), get Jesse (and myself) into some sort of regular (and early) sleep routine, and hopefully, get to work on potty learning. Oh, and then there's the Hypnobabies Home Study that I haven't even started yet (digging that out tomorrow) and getting everything prepared for our home birth. I'm actually kind of looking forward to these tasks though. I can't wait to feel productive around the house again....it'll be a nice change.
In the past 8 days I worked 60 hours. Yep. 60. I paid for those 6 days off over the Christmas holidays. I've never been so tired, yet wired, in all my life. My eyes are burning out of my skull, but I find it difficult to settle down to sleep. I need a glass of wine. le sigh
At least, after that work week from hell, I'm finished. Done. I'm now on 4 weeks of annual leave (the first three have been approved, still waiting to hear back on the fourth) and then I'll get a doctor's note from Dr. Bob and use up sick leave until the baby comes. At least I'll have full pay until then...even if babe is s-l-o-w like Jesse was.
Even though I'm now off, and have, potentially 10 weeks til the newbie arrives, I have a lot to accomplish. I have to get the house in order (HUGE task), get Jesse (and myself) into some sort of regular (and early) sleep routine, and hopefully, get to work on potty learning. Oh, and then there's the Hypnobabies Home Study that I haven't even started yet (digging that out tomorrow) and getting everything prepared for our home birth. I'm actually kind of looking forward to these tasks though. I can't wait to feel productive around the house again....it'll be a nice change.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Frig.
31 weeks 5 days
I'm pretty sure babe is no longer vertex. There does not seem to be a head in my pelvis. In fact, it seems to be floating somewhere around my belly button. What kind of pretzel shape is this wee one in right now?! I'm gonna try to not start freaking out until around 34 weeks though. 34 weeks is a good limit, right?
I'm pretty sure babe is no longer vertex. There does not seem to be a head in my pelvis. In fact, it seems to be floating somewhere around my belly button. What kind of pretzel shape is this wee one in right now?! I'm gonna try to not start freaking out until around 34 weeks though. 34 weeks is a good limit, right?
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Happy New Year!
31 weeks 1 day
I can't believe it's 2011 already. Only 9 weeks til full term, but likely another 11 til Trouble arrives. We've had a hectic, but happy Christmas holiday. I was lucky to not have to work this Christmas, as I worked the last one. I did have to work last night though, and I'm finding it much more difficult. I feel so much less agile right now than I did at this stage with Jesse's pregnancy.
In the past couple of weeks, I've had 2 appointments. One with Dr. Miller, my midwife's back-up GP. And one with my midwife. Both went really well. Baby's heartrate is fabulous. My belly is measuring about a week ahead of schedule. Jayme estimates the baby to be about 3 lbs now. Oh, and we have a vertex baby!!! That was becoming a little bit of a worry, since this child has been moving around a ton still, but mostly staying either breech (with its little head up in my ribs) or transverse. Right now, baby is in left occiput transverse position - exactly the same as Jesse during the last few weeks of pregnancy. I guess the left side of my uterus is roomier?
Other than appointments, we haven't done much lately to prepare for this little one. I haven't started Hypnobabies yet. I've been meaning to, but I've been so busy! I'm going to try to drag it out tonight and start listening. And I only have 3 shifts left now, so once I begin my leave I'll be much better able to get everything ready. There's so much to do! A couple of projects I'll be working on is getting Jesse into a regular, earlier bedtime routine and working on potty learning a little more. I'll also be doing more to prepare Jesse for the birth and the new baby. He does seem to understand a bit of what's going on though. Every day he'll rub my belly and ask, "How's baby doing?" So, so sweet. I love my boy!
And now for the belly pic update. I'm starting to realize why people think I'm due any day now!
I can't believe it's 2011 already. Only 9 weeks til full term, but likely another 11 til Trouble arrives. We've had a hectic, but happy Christmas holiday. I was lucky to not have to work this Christmas, as I worked the last one. I did have to work last night though, and I'm finding it much more difficult. I feel so much less agile right now than I did at this stage with Jesse's pregnancy.
In the past couple of weeks, I've had 2 appointments. One with Dr. Miller, my midwife's back-up GP. And one with my midwife. Both went really well. Baby's heartrate is fabulous. My belly is measuring about a week ahead of schedule. Jayme estimates the baby to be about 3 lbs now. Oh, and we have a vertex baby!!! That was becoming a little bit of a worry, since this child has been moving around a ton still, but mostly staying either breech (with its little head up in my ribs) or transverse. Right now, baby is in left occiput transverse position - exactly the same as Jesse during the last few weeks of pregnancy. I guess the left side of my uterus is roomier?
Other than appointments, we haven't done much lately to prepare for this little one. I haven't started Hypnobabies yet. I've been meaning to, but I've been so busy! I'm going to try to drag it out tonight and start listening. And I only have 3 shifts left now, so once I begin my leave I'll be much better able to get everything ready. There's so much to do! A couple of projects I'll be working on is getting Jesse into a regular, earlier bedtime routine and working on potty learning a little more. I'll also be doing more to prepare Jesse for the birth and the new baby. He does seem to understand a bit of what's going on though. Every day he'll rub my belly and ask, "How's baby doing?" So, so sweet. I love my boy!
And now for the belly pic update. I'm starting to realize why people think I'm due any day now!
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