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Mara & Joel, 2009
Wow, there's a lot of babies on the way! Welcome to your lodge!
Hi! I am excited for another lodge. Funny how it comes around just in time, right when I really feel like I need to talk about birth since I am thinking about it 24 hours a day. So...it seems like everyone was posting an intro.
My husband Matt and I have been married for 10 years this June. We met each other the previous August through church. He helped me, along with some other people, move apartments. We went to various things together, but first just saw each other around with the same group of people. He took me to a Jim Brickman concert in October. I think that may have been our first "real date." We were for sure dating exclusively after that.
Over Christmas break (he was a 2nd year med student and I was working) he had gone home to visit his family and we planned for me to fly there on Christmas day to meet his family. I really missed him when he had left before me. His parents were very nice, his brothers were crazy (I don't have any) and his sister was really friendly. I remember packing some chocolate candy in my backpack, just in case there wasn't any around at his house (yes, i am a chocoholic) and I couldn't believe that there was chocolate and cookies everywhere. It's because it was Christmas and his mom baked a lot and people brought them a lot of stuff. I thought, ok, these people are ok! We had a good time.
When we got back to "reality" we had kind of a tense January, because I really was ready for him to propose, and he was deep in thought about it. Finally, we went out for Valentine's day and we had the "I love you" conversation and we both came clean and realized we both wanted to get married. He was much more himself again after that, and it was all fun!!! We went back to his home state (Utah) over his spring break to plan our wedding, which would be in June. We also had some planning to do for the reception we would have in Wisconsin, also. Two receptions, two weeks apart, with the honeymoon between. All went well, with very few bumps in the road. A few, but nothing with us, it was all family stuff. We got married in the Manti Temple (LDS), which was where I had wanted to get married for several years (before I knew him). It was a windy but beautiful day. We took our honeymoon as a road trip to Glacier Nat'l Park, ventured up into Canada a bit, and eventually drove to Arkansas so he could meet my very old grandparents.
As soon as we returned home and had our 2nd reception, life hit hard. He started 3rd year of med school on OB/Gyn rotations, was gone overnight, and he of course moved into my apartment which he wanted us to move out of to find a cheaper one. We moved to a cheaper one that next month and also became pregnant with our DD1 that month. I was able to work about 6 or 7 weeks into the pregnancy, and then I developed hyperemesis. I was hospitalized a couple of times. I had become so weak that i could barely move around our apartment. I had a friend or my mom drive me to OB appts. I remember the OB asking me if I had eaten anything that day and I told him I had "licked the salt off of a Saltine." Yeah, it was straight for the IV at that point. It was a loooong 9 months. For both of us. He certainly didn't expect to had a wife completely out of commission. And I didn't expect to have a husband gone for long hours as school plus he had a very very busy church responsibility given to him the day after we returned from our honeymoon. Plus we had the snowiest winter on record in our lifetime and he had to shovel the apartment complex sidewalks and parking lot before work and after he returned home. Mostly, both of those were in the dark. That defined that winter. Dark. I could not really get out of bed and was throwing up constantly.
Well, this has been a long intro, but the light at the end of the tunnel is that we had our beautiful baby girl that May. Our current baby's "guess date" is her 9th birthday. As far as her birth goes, at that time the only thing I had heard about natural childbirth was Bill Cosby's rendition of it. I was induced with cervadil, then the next morning the Pitocin, the artificial ROM with the hook, the epidural where I couldn't feel a thing (at 6 cm) but I did push her out very well. The OB did give me an episiotomy, which I was not aware of at the time, and wasn't even aware that it may be undesirable.
I planned on nursing her, and I did that in the hospital, but when we got home and I was all alone with her, i just couldn't get her to latch on. I took her in to the lactation consultants and she latched on great there. But at home again, I couldn't do it right. We would both cry and cry. I pumped into bottles for her instead. That was a lot of work! Well, as I was busy taking care of her, and starting to feel like myself again after so long of feeling crummy, the last thing i was thinking of was being pregnant again. But....lo and behold, stranger things have happened. I would take my DD out for a walk in the stroller nearly every day, and soon I realized that I would come home and feel nauseous. I thought at first that i was just getting overheated, but then i went in to my OB office. I went there because I had not really stopped my postpartem bleeding, and I was wondering when i would stop, plus the nauseous feeling. Well, they said "Congratulations! You are pregnant!" What?!?!?! Our DD was about 3 months old, which means I had gotten pg again at about 8 wks pp or so. The sad part is that they did an US in the office and there were twins there. but one little twin did not have a heartbeat. They said it was early and that the heartbeat may show up in a day or two, or not. It turns out, it did not. Well, we were so very surprised, and also I was scared to death of how I would take care of a baby when the morning sickness hit. Which it did, of course. But we managed. i don't really know how. I threw up constantly, but i managed to not get as dehydrated that time.
Our 1st baby was proving to be a rough one. she was colicky and cried SO MUCH. We used to run the vacuum cleaner to get her to stop crying for a while. Or take her for car rides. I should mention that 4th year of med school wasn't quite as rough as 3rd year. When our DD was 8 months old we took a long road trip to interview for residency programs. Luckily she didn't mind the car. When she was 8 months old I was about 7 months pg. I would strap her in the baby bjorn to check out of our hotel rooms with the suitcases and stuff, since DH would have left early in the morning for his interviews. We went all over the country. I was pretty much over the m/s at that point luckily. I will save the birth story for the next post since this one has become very very long!!!
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