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Chase-13, Trey-11, Layton-9, Zander-5, McKay-3, Declan-1, Keely born 9/6/2012
Intro Time! DH, Mark, and I met at age 14 at a karate studio. He was so hot, but such a jerk and I figured he was about 17. As I got to know him I realized he wasn’t SO bad and then I found he was the same age as me and oh man I was in love!! It took him a while to realize I was pining, but eventually he got with the program and we started dating on Dec. 23, 1999 when we were 16.
We were together 2 years, and it was adorable. Easy & comfortable. But by 18 I was itching to explore the world. We broke up, as I put it, ‘so I could kiss other boys’ (God I was ruthless). We stayed friends and I would still call him to kill bugs for me. I dated a few (lame) guys and he stayed single.
In 2004, after breaking up with my live in boyfriend I started dating Mark again. It was comfortable and familiar but also different, we were adults now. We weren’t sneaking around or making curfew, we were 2 working adults(ish). I realized that Mark is pretty perfect, kind, funny, gentle and loyal and that if I didn’t get my act together someone else was going to notice and snap him up. I also realized I was done adventuring, I wasn’t any good at it anyway, and I was ready to start building a real life. In May I told Mark I had stopped seeing everyone but him and started looking at wedding dates. He proposed a few weeks later. We got married on January 23, 2005. Tomorrow is our 6 year anniversary!
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By 2007 I was in full swing baby fever. It was bad. Mark was going to school for Electrical Engineering and working retail part time. I was a paralegal at a small law firm. We were barely scraping by and life was hectic but by God I wanted a baby. So we started TTC. And kept trying… for a while… I am a planner, a scheduler so month after month of negative pregnancy tests was really grating. By January 2008 we had been trying for 13 months and I was done for a while. I started drinking coffee daily and joined a gym. I drank and took Advil and ate sushi and lunch meat and soft serve with feckless abandon. On February 1 I got my BFP.
Will pregnancy was super easy, I felt great, baby developed beautifully. Things were going swimmingly till the 20 week ultrasound. The tech was nice and chatty as she went through the body parts but then she got kinda quiet. Eventually she went and got a second US tech to come in, telling us she was still training and wanted her supervisor to double check a measurement. I thought it was weird, but whatever. The next day the nurse at my OB’s office called and told me the anatomy scan showed Will had bilateral clubfoot.
My world turned upside down. Club foot is not dangerous and can be corrected, but it is so hard to learn that your baby, for whom you want to make the world perfect and easy, has a defect before he even leaves the gate. By the time he was born we were prepared though and he started treatment at the Shriner’s Hospital in Tampa at 6 days old.
The rest of the pregnancy was pretty relaxed, I started having noticeable, consistent contractions at 31 weeks. I had contractions 8 min apart every afternoon for weeks. By 35 weeks I was 3 cm dilated with bulging waters, the OB put me on pelvic rest till 37 weeks, but otherwise was unconcerned. At 37w5d I was 5cm dilated and still bulging. I went to work and was completely useless, (but present!). By that evening I was having pinching contractions 5 min. apart and DH had me call the OB. The OB had me go to L&D and at midnight when the checked me in I was still 5cm and contracting regularly so the kept me overnight.
The OB checked me at 6a.m. the next morning and I was 6cm, bulging, but intact and barely contracting. He asked if he could break my water and I being a nervous wreck afraid that they were going to send me home and we would have to pay for 2 hospital visits – we had crap insurance – said, “HECK YES!!” He broke my water and … nothing happened. For 10 min. nothin’ happened and now I was really freaking out because we had started the water clock and I only had 24 hours to get this show on the road or they would start drugs and th-BAM!!!!! My first transition contraction blew my mind. After it eased up I grabbed Mark’s hand and said, “I can’t do this!!” and he smiled like an idiot and patted me and said, “Sure you can honey.” And I thought about killing hi-BAM!!!! The next contraction hit and I was done thinking, talking, plotting or anything else.
Labor was intense, and probably painful, though that word doesn’t really seem to apply. Powerful, uncomfortable, incredibly intense but painful just doesn’t seem like the right word. Contractions would hit in a crest and I couldn’t think for a second, then they would ease off and I would tell myself, ‘This one is almost over; you can rest in a second.’ I was completely in the moment, not thinking about the last contraction or the next one, just living in now. That was a powerful experience for me, to be so completely in the present.
The nurse left me alone for the most part and I labored kneeling over the back of my bed and standing with DH supporting me. At 7:50-ish I started getting a weird, sorta downward pulling feeling. I was able to say “I think I’m pushing?” out loud between contractions and my Mom went to get a nurse. Thank goodness Mom was there since DH didn’t hear me! The nurse checked me and I was complete! She told me to stop pushing and they would call my doctor. Stop pushing? STOP PUSHING?!!? YOU STOP PUSHING!?!!?!?! That was the hard part, breathing through contractions and trying to resist pushing. By the time the OB walked into the room I was more than ready. 2 pushes later Will was born at 8:05a.m., 2 hours after birth really started. It was intense and awesome and amazing and empowering and I got 14 stitches and a baby to show for it.
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Wahhhhh! My hands and wrists are killing me. The pregnancy induced carpel tunnel started to really flair up about 2 weeks about and it has gotten SO BAD this time. My right hand randomly feels like it is on fire and the tip of my middle finger has not stopped tingling in a week. And I woke up in the middle of the night last night feeling like I sprained my left wrist. I can't open or close the hand without pain.
I really like being pregnant and normally enjoy the last few weeks of ease before the work begins. I was in no hurry to have this baby, but now? In constant pain? Get out, get out, get out!!!
Besides the alfalfa m MW has me on, has anyone else had luck with any swelling remedies?
OK no time to read everything at the moment but wanted to say welcome!
Christy birth doula, Hypnobabies instructor, small business owner & most importantly MOMMY.