Welcome to your lodge! Just one more month before you see your babe!
welcome to your lodge!
Welcome to your lodge!
Welcome to your lodge, Amanda! I can't believe it's time already.
Looking forward to your intro hun, hope your doing well!
Meep! Sorry everyone, I've been having computer and internet issues the last few weeks. I didn't forget about this place, I swear! :oops:
I'll write up an intro tomorrow morning. Thank you ladies for the warm reception!
My BFP story isn't all that entertaining. We "accidently on purpose" tried for a couple of months - it took awhile to admit to each other that we wanted our second a little sooner than we'd previously discussed. We had planned on trying when our son was around a year. We did briefly get a BFP that would've been due in late Nov/early Dec, only to start bleeding the next day - I was prepared for it as I got the positive on day 52 of my cycle, which seemed very late and very.... off, I guess. I couldn't count how many tests I had gone through that cycle.
As luck would have it, 3 weeks later we had a family trip across the country for a week to see DH's extended family - needless to say, it was the first time we were together during Patrick's naps since DH went back to work (days off aside), and things happen. Coincidentally I chose that cycle to start using OPKs to get a better sense of when things would roughly become normal - I ovulated while we were on vacation. And obviously it stuck around. I got my faint BFP on May 20th, only to start bleeding on the 23rd - I had to know if that was a miscarriage, because the previous cycle has been a "was it real" ever since, so I went to the ER and had blood drawn. The second blood draw put me at a doubling rate of 36 hours.
I was in fact, pregnant.
This pregnancy hasn't been completely uneventful, but it has been a lot smoother than my pregnancy with Patrick. With him I was working until I was put on bedrest at 20 weeks for PTL, which I was on and off again for the remainder of that pregnancy. And yet I ended up going overdue and induced at 41+3 (though I was contracting every 5-6 minutes already on my own), and had him at 41+5.
This time around I did have a brief sprint of PTL at 21 weeks (unknown cause), and again at 24 weeks (dehydration), but because of my previous history (making it to overdue) I didn't have to stay on bedrest, just take it easy - something I've been ever grateful for.
We know this is another boy, and will be our last - sad but knowing my pregnancies and my own body we know its the right choice for us. We've decided on Daniel Blair for his name, Blair for DH's grandfather, a man who sadly has brain damage from a previous heart surgery (oxygen dep. when he crashed) and alzheimers so while I've only known him a little while - and a fraction of who he used to be - he has made such an impression in both of our lives.
DH and I met when we were both teens (he was 15, I was 14), sadly we met online at a message board for a sci-fi show. We didn't really talk much to each other until he had a fit of moodiness (strange for a teen, no? LOL) and said he was "leaving and if anybody cared they could message him at ___ email." I can't say what made me look him up, but that night we talked for 3 hours, and talked every single day since then. We started "dating" on Feb 16th, 2001 - we were "engaged to be engaged" (yeah, I don't know either ) around June/July, and then September 16th he "officially" proposed - 5 days after my birthday which put us both at a whopping 16 years old.
I can't explain how amusing it is to see your entire name TYPED out in a proposal. :biglaugh: I giggled - and scared the crap out of James - for a good two minutes before I typed out his name with a yes I will. We hadn't even met face to face yet, but we were engaged.
And that was definitely tested as in 2002/2003 my previous nerve damage (neck/back/shoulder/arm - trampoline accident) put me on medication that made me sleep about 22-23 hours a day to deal with the pain I was in. He called me every day to make sure I remembered to eat - even with that I still dropped from a size 16 to a 7-8 in the near year I was on those meds. He helped me research and get into physical therapy. I spent 9 months gaining my body back, but even now I have bad days and an excersize routine I have to follow to keep from losing the control I have.
He came down in 2004 - I should explain that he lived in Alberta, Canada, while I lived in Arizona, so it was definitely a long distance relationship. He came down again in 2005 and that was to pick me, my three kitties, and all my stuff up and bring it back with him. We've been here since then, as his parents were gracious enough to buy our condo and we pay for it (fees, taxes, etc) until we can get the money to buy it out entirely from them.
Post more later, must run errands....
The story of how you met your DH and your relationship was fun to read. Congratulations on your second baby and I hope you have a wonderful natural birth this time!
Wow Amanda, what a story of how you met your DH! What did your parents think of you getting engaged at 16 over the internet?
Can't believe you have a lodge already but I guess the Feb babies are starting now!
WOW!! Your story about how you met your DH is great!:) I can't wait to hear about your birth. How does your injury do while prego? Sounds like your a strong woman.
Thank you, hun! I hope it holds true for both of us.
Wow Amanda, what a story of how you met your DH! What did your parents think of you getting engaged at 16 over the internet?
Can't believe you have a lodge already but I guess the Feb babies are starting now!
My Dad raised me by himself - I was taken from my mother at birth as the courts had ruled her an unfit parent. His reaction was that he most definitely didn't take me seriously, at all. I think when James came down for his visit in 2004 he started too - heck, he was nice enough to even come to dinner and didn't pull out or show James any of his guns, so it was a good start. LOL
Thank you, its definitely a good memory, and still makes me giggle. My injury definitely adds quite a bit of pain to my pregnancies. The nerves are even easier to pinch because I have to take it easy and then you add swelling, etc. The damaged vertebrae definitely cause some back labour too, which I'm not looking forward to at all.
Honestly I think the worst was that the epidural I had with Patrick took well over a dozen attempts to get in, and subsequently I had equally many bruises and sore spots right over damaged areas. Add in months of bedrest and muscle deterioration and it makes recovery difficult and painful to say the least. Which is why I'm so happy to have avoided bedrest this time around and am pushing for a natural birth. And actually taking care of a toddler has helped keep my muscles somewhat in check too. At least its one good aspect of the constant running around.
I had my rescheduled appt today - cause, ya know, I've got nothing better to do at all these days. :rolleyes:
I should explain that every appt with my OB is a bare minimum 3-4 hour wait. Usually I can call ahead and they'll tell me when to come in. This week was supposed to be Wednesday, but I was there until 8pm, then scheduled for today instead as I still had a few ladies ahead of me. Saturdays the phones are turned off, so your appt time is when you have to come in - I was immediately bumped to 5:15, and I got in at 7:30. That alone makes for a tired, and frankly hungry day. He's one of the top three OBs in the province and deals with borderline/high risk quite a bit, but oy, if I could see anybody else sometimes...
I have two due dates, my LMP, and when I know I conceived - my cycles are not at all regular, and the ultrasounds/bloodwork confirm my dating over my LMP. All the same, my doctor likes to keep both on record. The first puts me at Jan 22nd - 38+2, the latter the 27th - 37+3. Confusing, much!
It went okay, despite the long wait - given my early due date they didn't want to let me leave and just come back for next week's appt - which is Wed. *sigh* Personally, I feel like what's the worst that would happen at this point? I go into labour? Meh, but fine.
My BP is at an all time PG high - 113/72. And I lost 5 pounds - Since Wednesday! :eek: Guarantee its all water, but still, that was a shocker. Contractions have been feeling different since about noon today (staying around every 10-15 minutes), I can tell Daniel has flipped, he had his feet/knees or something in my spine since then, and lost bits of my plug three times today. OB thinks things are definitely in motion, if not labour. Still at 2cm, but a bit softer than last appt. And my arms/legs are very very full of fluid - supposed to rest and elevate as much as possible, but with a toddler... I don't see it happening much except naps/bedtime.
Blasted contractions just stopped last night, no warning or anything, completely regular then bam, nothin. At the same time I felt D's foot move out of my spine too, so I wonder if it wasn't causing the contractions?? :confused: Bugger it all!
Its 0 degrees out today (32F), I think I'm going to take Patrick on as long a walk as I can manage - even if its just to the end of the driveway. We could both use the fresh air anyway - I'll be so happy when winter is over.
I forgot to add about my appt that my OB was actually the nicest I've ever seen him last night, he thanked me for rescheduling, and said I looked "quite uncomfortable" - I was amazed he noticed. Haha. I can understand why everyone rates him as highly as they do, but most times you can tell he just fits too much into his schedule that he can't take the time he needs to with his patients. The other two in the office work 50-60 hour weeks, he works 80-90, and it shows.
Great story! I hope things start moving for you again, or already have!
Sorry about all of the waiting and hastles you have with your OB. It sounds like you are getting close!
Wishing you a quick and easy labor hun, hang in there I imagaine your ready to be done!
Been in a bit of a funk since my last OB appt. I was in hospital the night before because Daniel failed the kick count and took a bit to wake up even there. My OB has decided to go by my LMP instead of blood/ultrasound/charting, which is my 22nd due date.
He's given me until the 25th to go on my own - but I know that's 2 days before I'm actually due. I know its in the best interest of Daniel, and I understand that, but I just feel... ignored. Its silly, but the pregnant part of me wants it acknowledged that he's going to schedule an induction before I'm due. Its not the induction that bothers me, its changing my due date. Weirdness, I know.
So, now I have to put some effort into getting this baby out. He's head down and smack against my cervix, so at least that's something.
The OB had one of his students with him for my appt, poor man does not in any way seem like he wants to go with an OB specialty. LOL I was asked and agreed to let them both do an exam, so the student could get some practice.
He needs practice. LMAO!
OB: She's just a bit open there, could you tell?
Student: Yeah, yeah, I could tell.
OB: But the head, its right there too. Could you feel it? I mean, it was literally just past her cervix.
Student: Uh, no.... I felt that she was open, but I didn't, ya know, push around or anything.
Poor, poor, poor man.
That is funny about the student doctor seeming so uncomfortable. I imagine that the first few times a man had to put his hand up another man's pregnant wive's/SO's vagina, he'd feel a little strange about it.
Sorry that baby Daniel isn't moving as much as they like to see. I have heard that they tend to move less once they are engaged. The thing about your OB deciding to go witn your earlier EDD bothers me, too. I hope you go into labor on your own before the scheduled induction.
Thanks Brittany, I appreciate it. It did throw me for a bit of a loop.
Had another appt on Wed, and I was able to talk to him a bit more about the induction. He agreed to post-poning it until next week's Friday, which puts me past both due dates. (Woot!) He wasn't particularly happy about how my last induction went and wants to be there for it this time around, and as timing has it he's not on call again after Monday until Friday.
I'm now 100% effaced, still at a 2, but he thinks I'm "very ready" and Daniel is still right up against my cervix, so hopefully things should get going soon. He had some trouble getting his heartrate, kept dipping in and out, and I wasn't feeling him moving out of the way so I was sent over to have an NST.
Everything turned out fine - I felt a few pretty uncomfortable contractions while I was there, and then Daniel turned so he was kicking me in the front again, everything seemed to calm down after that and I was allowed to go home.
We had to put one of our kitties down on Tuesday night, so while I welcome having this baby on my own, I'm hoping for it to be in a couple more days so I can get out of this funk and not still be dwelling on that 24/7.
I forgot to pick up my paperwork at the end of my appt on Wed, so they mailed it out to me. I found an interesting little tidbit that I don't recall my OB telling me...
I'm at -2! The week prior was a -4! Woo hoo!
I had an induction with Patrick, and there were good points, and bad. Here's what I recall:
I was already passed the 41 week mark, so his health was a concern. I was on daily NSTs, and came into the hospital on Sunday just for the NST, because they have a usual no-weekend induction policy. The monitor showed I was already contracting every 5-6 minutes, so when they came in they asked me "feel like having a baby today?"
I remember being excited at that point, they gave me cervidel - to "help move things along", monitored me for a couple of hours then let me go home to labour in peace.
We went in that night, my contractions had become fairly strong and painful at that point, but I had only softened and barely dilated to a 1.5 - so they sent me home.
Came back the next morning to have the first dose removed, and what I thought would be a simple second dose/release. We'd planned to go out for one last restaurant meal afterward. My OB was, at that point, on-call and wanted to check on me himself. Which turned into waiting until 1 or 2 in the afternoon. I'd been on the monitor, and had a few dips in Patrick's heartrate after ctx. So my OB decided to break my water and admit me - meconium came out.
At that point the pitocin was started and I was kept on the monitor. No food, no water, in case of an emergency c/s. So at this point I hadn't eaten since prior to coming in the previous night - little hungry!
By midnight I seriously wanted the epi - but I was only at 4cm. The charge nurse took pity on me and told them to do it anyway (hospital policy is 5 or more) - the nurse said he'd be in around 30 minutes later. She came back about 45, thinking it'd have fully kicked in by then - and I had to relay the message, from a different nurse, that he'd decided to go do something else first. She said she'd "be right back" - and not 5 minutes later she was escorting the doctor in herself. He was obviously not thrilled about it.
It took him 14 tries before the nurse called for the chief anesthesiologist - he wasn't supposed to try more than 5-6 times before asking for assistance. Whoops! Then he *blamed* me! "She's obviously doing something wrong." I specifically remember those words out of his lips. What the hell was I supposed to be doing to help, besides bend over as much as possible?
At that point he was made into a little schoolboy again. LOL The chief tried 3 times, re-examined my spine, and discovered my previous accident had made it so he was scraping bone trying to get it in. He offered a break, and at that point I told him "its only going to hurt more until you get it in!" It took a few more tries, I can't honestly say how many, but it did go in sometime around 2am. Sweet peace and relief! I slept for 2 whole hours, the first in 2 days.
Then the nurse came to check on me and suddenly I had, had, had to go to the bathroom. The epi had worked only on my belly - everything past the pubic bone was still full feeling, including use of my legs. She checked me, said there was certainly a lot more show - I was at a 7.
Not 15 minutes later I was very, very clear that my body wanted to push. She checked again, I was at a 9. "Don't push."
Stupidest words to tell a pregnant woman, ever.
I tried, kept literally saying "no pushing, no pushing", backed up on the bed instinctually, did everything possible. 5 almost "whoops" later she checked again - 9 1/2. She offered to try moving the last bit out of the way, and give me a test push. I pushed his head to just about crowning.
She looked decidedly alarmed at my husband and told him - "you see that button above her head? Push that for me, would you?" He did, and another nurse ran in.
"Get the resident, nicu, and everyone else - NOW. Amanda, don't push again."
Did I mention that's really stupid to say to a labouring woman?
I did manage to hold off for the nicu to arrive - meconium automatically means at least 3 people from nicu for delivery. I ended up with my husband, and 7 other doctors/residents/nurses in my room. DS was born at 4:34 am, 7lbs 10oz, 23 inches. I remember screaming, feeling him flip forward and out - the cord around his neck twice, stained yellow, and didn't make a sound. Nicu took him and he cried a minute later, somewhere in that minute I pushed out the placenta and tried not to pass out from exhaustion. I mumbled asking if he was okay, then they brought him over. I was too tired to hold him, so I told them to give him to DH.
It gets a bit hazy, I know I was stitched, Nicu took Patrick for an eval, asked to go to the bathroom. They'd brought a wheelchair for me, but I just got up, and walked, went pee. They were surprised, given the epi. Being told not to flush so that people can stare into your toilet is *creepy*. Having 3 people standing in the bathroom waiting while you do so, also creepy! Especially when one comments on your peeing status being a "race horse".
DH had gone with Patrick to NICU - they'd assumed jaundice by his colour, but after a good scrub he turned pink-ish. The meconium had literally stained his skin he was in it long enough. He, and Patrick met up with me in the post-partum care unit. I was already asleep. DH was taught how to do his baths and care for the stump, and all that fun stuff. Mom and Dad (ILs) showed up 10 minutes after James, so it was a decent time as any to wake up.
We were given the paperwork for his birth, spent a few minutes together, then DH, Mom and Dad were asked to leave because technically visiting hours were only after 9, and it was 6:30ish. They could have stayed had we not been in the overflow section with 5 other newly post-partum mommies and their babies. Everyone needed their rest.
P and I were moved to our own room about an hour after that and we settled in for the night.
There were a lot of things about your first birth story that reminded me of mine. Patrick came out FAST!--I felt pressure that made me know I was needing to push, but I pushed with coaching for just under an hour after reaching full dilation. You may have to warn your nurse this time that she might have to catch your baby.
I hope you're able to get a much better - on your own - story this time around, hun.
Part of the reason for the meconium was his soy intolerance, I'm sure of it. Obviously I couldn't know about it before he was born, so I was eating it regularly - but part of the effects for him is the.... *ahem* runs, even now. He was a poopy boy from day 1.
I was scheduled to be on call for my induction today, never did, so I guess the hospital stayed pretty busy today. Tomorrow starts my daily NSTs, and I have an 8:30 appt with my OB. Not really sure why, since I stay on the list for induction and he told me he won't bother with the cervidel.
So, onto February! Unless this little munch munch makes a surprise visit this weekend, but I won't hold my breath...
From Amanda's birth buddy: "Daniel Blair was born at 1:11am January 31st - 9lbs 6oz - 52cm, very complicated story. Lots of pain sorry for briefness - nursing going great"
Congratulations Amanda and WTTW baby Daniel!
Congratulations! WTTW Daniel!
Aww, he wanted to be a January baby after all! Hope you heal well Amanda! Can't wait to hear more about it.
Congratulations on your baby hun. Hope your doing well(((HUGS))).
Congratulations! I hope you are feeling better!
Just checking on you hun, hope your enjoying your babymoon:)
Sorry I haven't been able to post here... still trying to wrap my head around how everything turned out. Thank you all for the well wishes. Daniel is such a blessing.
That said, I didn't get my natural birth, but I did have some amazing nurses who helped me through over 8 1/2 hours of pitocin with breathing and water therapy alone. I'm grateful for the time I had to feel like I did something on my own.
Due to D's repeated drop in heartrate after those 8 1/2 hours we opted for an epidural in the hopes that both like with Patrick I would progress much faster (I only gained 1 cm difference at that point) and D's heartrate would stabilize if I wasn't in as much pain.
I'm still not up to writing a full account of his birth, but suffice to say his shoulder got stuck and he stayed at -2 station until delivery, which tore me up inside and out but I at least had him without a c/s - though not by much.
He's beautiful and healthy aside from a possible broken collarbone, nurses like a champ, and has already gained over a pound. I couldn't have asked for a better baby, and its so different to have a healthy alert baby.
Again, thank you for the well wishes, ladies. Its appreciated. I hope sometime soon I'll be able to post our story here, but for now I'll be watching and hoping you all have wonderful births.
You did awesome to do the pitocin for 8 1/2 hours! I'm sorry Daniel had a difficult time being born, but I'm glad he's healthy and gaining weight. Congratulations again on a beautiful baby.
Amanda I just got a chance to read your stories! So much to have to have gone through! I hope you and family are doing well, can't wait to hear the detailed version of what happened!