I'm thrilled to start your lodge for you, and to share this wonderful journey with you Congrats on coming this far!
Awe sweetie! Thank you so much for doing this for me. I am honored to have followed you and all the other Birthing Naturally mommies' journies. I have been inspired, educated, and motivated by you all and look forward to the last leg of this journey with your help and support!
Welcome to your lodge!
hooray for your lodge, Kelly!!!!! whoo hoo!
Congrats! Welcome to your lodge
Welcome to your lodge, Kelly!!
YAY! Welcome to your lodge, I expect lots of belly pics and twin pics and a VERY lengthy intro. CHOP CHOP!
Yippee! Congrats on your lodge.
Okay, wow! I can’t believe I’m actually getting to do an intro! Before I start, I can’t tell you all how honored I am to have you women let me join you. Not only on my journey, but to be privileged enough to follow along with all of you. So I guess, here I go:
I should probably start back in 2001. That year I was attending The Ohio State University happily sewing my oat. Okay, that's a bit of an understatement. I had decided that my parents and my God and everyone else in the world were full of crap and that I was smarter than all of them combined. Who was I kidding? I hadn’t a clue. But I was sure having a good time finding that out. Luckily, my parents cared enough to stage a mini intervention. They loved me very much and didn’t want to see me wash away my life one shot at a time. So one Wednesday after class and work, I came back to my apartment to find my Mom and Dad sitting on my futon couch with the whole place empty. They had cleaned me out. I had to move back to Cleveland with them. I had no choice. Looking back, they saved my life and God put things in motion so that I could become the person I am today with the family I have. And I could never be happier. Day one back up at my parents house, I locked myself in my room and cried. I was once again a child and to say the least, I was pretty pissed off at them for doing what they did. Then Friday, my Mom called from work and told me that she was meeting a group of friends at a local sports bar after work for Happy Hour and she thought it would be nice for me to join them so I could meet new people. That was her way of saying, “meet new people who are older, more mature and have their lives together”. I went. Two hours later, I was board out of my mind. I was listening to stories about 401ks and parent teacher conferences gone wrong. It was my idea of a nightmare. There were 2 people considered “my age” there Kelly (23 at the time) and her friend Scott (24). They were considerably younger than my Mom and her friends, but were old enough to drink. I was 20 at the time. Kelly and Scott were wasted and hitting on each other while my Mom left for the night and told me to drive safe on the way home, but to enjoy talking to my new “friends”. :roll: Over in the corner, I saw a group of guys drinking beers, watching the Indian’s game and they looked like they were having a blast. I got up my nerve and walked over to their table…and then at the last minute veered off to the bathroom out of fear. I regained my composure and went back to the table of guys and said, “Hi, I’m Kelly. I’m new in town and ya’ll look like you’re having a heck of a lot more fun than the people I came with. Can I hang out with you for a while?” And Kevin pulled out a chair for me and introduced me to his friends. Pretty much, that’s how Kevin and I got together. It was a short courtship before strong feelings developed. Kevin was everything that my parents wanted for me. He was established with his job, responsible and a gentleman. And he was everything that I wanted. He was not too serious, had a great group of friends and understood the pressures that I was going through. In addition to his “day job”, Kevin was a professional paintball player. Yes. I said Pro Paintball player. I didn’t even know that that existed till I met Kevin. Yet only two months after we met, I was on a plane with him to World Cup in Orlando. It was the coolest thing ever to see him play so well and to have so much fun in the atmosphere. It was there that Kevin told me that he wanted to marry me someday. Little did I know that our lives were about to get very complicated before that would happen. Jump ahead a month later to my 21st birthday. That “Responsible” guy that my parents loved and I went out with some friends and I did as most people do, I got so drunk I couldn’t see strait let alone put on a condom with any type of accuracy. Sure enough a few weeks later, I found out I was pregnant. :shock: I couldn’t bear to tell my parents after I had made some pretty great changes in my life. So I had Kevin meet my mom and I and we told her together. I will never forget the words he used. “Mrs. Wakefield, we’re pregnant.” I know that it doesn’t sound too special, but as a 21 year old girl to have it be a “we” thing instead of “Kelly’s knocked up.” or “Kelly’s pregnant.” meant the world to me. Kevin told my parents that he wanted to marry me so it was a non-issue. Or so we thought. The very next day I started to bleed. Badly. My mom and I went to the doctor and I was told that I would miscarry naturally. I didn’t. My parents and Kevin sat me down one night and told me I needed a d & c. I was horrified. How could these people that love me suggest such a thing. But I went along with it and the Saturday before Christmas in 01’ I had a d & c. I saw the ultrasound before hand. I saw a tiny sac but no heartbeat. What I didn’t know then was that it was a psudo sac. It was never a baby at all. How did I find out about the psudo sac? Easily! A few weeks later, I passed out. And when my Dad was able to get me to the hospital my blood pressure was 55/24. I was practically dead. They did some tests and discovered that I was still pregnant. Or at least the numbers said so. I had had a tubal pregnancy that was missed by the OB and it continued to grow even after the d & c. It ruptured my tube and I bled internally for 2 weeks, pooling most of my blood in my stomach where it fermented and damaged most of my organs. My OB was called to perform emergency surgery on me. She told us, “My lawyer urges me to stay out of it” so I was left to die. My parents and Kevin were pulled into a room and were told that I had a 10% chance of making it out alive and asked if my affairs were in order. Kevin had my engagement ring in his pocket that he had picked up the day before. He didn't think he'd have a chance to give it to me. Last minute, a doctor drove in that was able to do the surgery and I was saved. I had major scar damage to my uterus and other female organs and one of my tubes was removed, but I was doing well considering. June of 02' I became pregnant again. The doctors can only explain it as my body was SO messed up from what happened to it 6 months prior that it didn’t know how to regulate itself. Kevin and my parents sat me down and urged me to have an abortion. Saying my body was just not ready for all of this to be happening. I felt betrayed. I had had doctors messing with my life for a while now, but to have my loved ones want to interfere was ridiculous! I miscarried shortly afterwards from the stress. But I still harbored some anger towards my fiancé and my parents that would come back later. Fall of 02’ Kevin got an opportunity to try out for a paintball team in southern California. It was a great chance for us to get out of Ohio. We couldn’t afford California, but we sure as heck could afford Las Vegas and drive for practices every other weekend. So offer moved to Las Vegas only a week before Christmas. The following June, Kevin and I finally said “I DO” in front of a few friends and family.
We spend the next 2 years traveling and enjoying being young on the west coast. We went to places like Toronto, Miami, San Diego, Moab, Bryce Canyon; we went away for weekend trips as we wished.
Then in January of 05’ we bought our first house. Kevin sat me down and told me he was ready to start a family now. It was “time” he said. All of the sudden all those feeling of anger I had for him wanting an abortion came rushing back. How come it was okay to have a family on HIS terms? When did Kevin become the absolute planner in our relationship? I needed a break so I moved out. We had a hard 6 months or so of separation, but started seeing a counselor to talk through our differences. That was the best thing for us. We got to talk about our fears, communication issues, life and values. Soon enough we were back together and happier than ever. That’s when Kevin’s dad took a turn for the worse. He had been diagnosed with cancer shortly after the wedding. But in September of 05’ he passed away. He told Kevin before he died that his one regret was that we never had kids before he passed. The very next month we got pregnant. It was almost like his dad finally had some say up above.
The pregnancy with the girls was a mess from the get go. I went in at 5 weeks to see what my chances were of another tubal. We had to avoid that pit fall again. Then we went back at 6 seeks to a heartbeat. And we did…one heartbeat. All by itself, but strong as could be! Then at 7 weeks I started to bleed again. Horribly. It was a full-blown period. My Mom (who had moved to Las Vegas) and Kevin met me at the ER. I was scared and just knew in my heart that I was loosing the baby. They took me back by myself and did an ultrasound. The tech ran out of the room and had the radiologist whith her when she returned. The doctor said, “Mrs. Lebanik, both heartbeats are just fine.” I assumed they were talking about the baby and me. She turned the screen around and there they were. Two perfect little sacs and two perfect strong little heartbeats and these teeny tiny babies. I was in total shock and disbelief, but over the moon happy. I got wheeled back to share the news with my husband and mother. We were on cloud 9. However, the next 27 weeks that followed were rocky. When I was in the ER they found that I had a 20% placental abruption and that needed to clear up. I was at risk of loosing the babies if the placenta did not re-attach itself. Once I was aloud off of bed rest, I took things easily at work, but started having issues being light headed around week 16 or so. I was passing out easily and no one could tell me why. Then on April 15th, I was getting ready for my baby shower. I thought I’d be nice and take my 1st baby, Bandit, to the dog park for an hour or so before I had to leave. While there, Bandit got attacked my 2 larger dogs and my initial instinct was to try to save him. I jumped in front of Bandit and the dogs scratched me up pretty bad. As awful as the experience was, it was a good thing cause I went to the hospital to get checked out and that’s when they found out that I had begun to dilate and efface. The L&D staff let me go home, but 2 days later, I was back in there with full blown labor. They put me on Magnesium Sulfate for 5 days with a back up of Procardia. Nothing killed off the contractions completely, but they slowed them down. I spent the next few weeks at home only to return to the hospital for the last time on May 21st. I had dilated to 4 and I was 90% effaced. Emma’s water bag was bulging thru my cervix, but there was a bigger problem. Her cord was between her head and my cervix making the chance for a prolapsed cord very high. I was put back on Mag for 13 days. It was hell. I have never been so helpless before. I had to have my blood drawn every 4 hours while on Mag. I was stuck in a bed the whole time and the whole time I just kept contracting away. On June 7th, my peri came to see me and told me that they wanted to do an amnio to check the girls’ lungs. Not having done my research, I consented and as soon as he was done, the contractions picked up pace and intensity. I was told later that amnios commonly put women into labor and even if the girls’ lungs came back inadequate, we still would have had to deliver that night. Sure enough, they were both okay and at 1 PM, I was told to get Kevin there cause we would be going to the OR at 5 PM. We got delayed a bit, but then at 7:51 and 7:52 pm, Hailey and Emma came screaming into the world.
I was finally released from the hospital the following Sunday. Before we left, we went to visit the girls in the NICU. We were told that Hailey had a slight murmur and would be going for testing in the next few hours. Once again, we trusted in doctors to inform us of what was going on and to act on our behalf. Not 5 minutes after we got home, we got the call from the hospital. Hailey didn’t have a murmur. It was something much worse. She had a condition called a Tetralogy of Fallot. The next 2 months were filled with tests and doctors’ appointments and frustration. Luckily, we had learned from prior mistakes and started to research things on our own this time around. We ended up seeking a second opinion in California. I had been told to see a particular doctor, but when we called for the appointment, he wasn't available, but someone else was. That again was God stepping in. We ended up with one of the world’s best pediatric cardiothorasic surgeons in our corner. Dr. Leonard Bailey. He’s the same doctor that did the 1st baboon heart transplant on Baby Fae back in 1984. On August 11th, Hailey had her heart surgery. I have never been that scared in my entire life. My 6 lbs. baby’s life was in someone else’s hands. But God was truly watching over all of us that day and we haven’t had any hear related issues since. The 6+ hour surgery took less than 4 hours, Hailey spent less than 5 hours on the vent and it was almost like a switch had been flipped on our little girl. She came home 3 days later a completely different baby.
Here are some pictures of the girls quick:
After we had found out about Hailey’s heart, it was an easy choice to have me be a SAHM. It was better for me to be responsible for all of her medications and needs than someone else. Let alone, the cost of day care. So we put out house on the market and started looking for some place we could live that was affordable and had good family values. We found Texas. We liked the home prices, Kevin had an opportunity to transfer with his job and they had a good pedi-heart clinic close by to where were looking at buying. So in September of 06’ we packed up the house and moved off to Texas!
We were finally settled into the house, the girls were thriving (Emma ended up needing a helmet to correct some pretty bad plagio due to the cramped quarters in utero) and my family came to visit for Christmas when we got some startling news. We were pregnant AGAIN!!! Well, all those issues with the 1 tube and scar damage sure didn’t have much effect on our fertility, now did it?!?! Again, we went right away to double check two things. First that there was only 1 baby and second, to make sure that it was in the correct spot. It wasn’t. I had another tubal pregnancy. This time, shots of metheltrexate were administered and I had to loose the baby that way. Of course after wards, I was informed that the shots I was given was actually a form of chemotherapy used to shrink tumors. So in theory, the shots shrunk my baby and I had to expel it naturally. The pain that I went through and the nightmares over the situation followed me for months. I had to endure the pain of chemo while loosing my baby slowly. Even knowing that the baby would never had made it didn't help the feelings of regret I felt. That’s when Kevin made the choice to vet a vasectomy. We both agreed that it was for the best. I had been thru too much pain, too much emotionally to try to have more children. After all, we had 2 healthy little girls so we should be happy with that. In August of last year Kevin went to see a urologist and it was done. Like a breeze! As a matter of fact, he was out playing golf 3 days later. I should have known then that it was too good to be true. We were good patients. Kevin went back twice to provide samples to make sure he was “clear”. They told us that yup, we were good to go! Once again listening to what doctors had to say we listened and threw away all of our condoms and enjoyed not having to wonder any more if we were “safe”. I had started running a few months earlier for many reasons. Most of the reason was to get rid of stress and the depression that I had been carrying on to after the most recent loss. I had my sights set on a marathon in December. I was training my butt off and it was showing. Maybe a little too much. I had lost all of the pregnancy weight in addition to 20+ extra lbs. By the time I realized how small I was I hadn’t had a period regularly for months. I went to see my doctor in November about maybe having knocked my hormones off balance or something. She took a bunch of blood and had my body fat measured. It was 11%. I remember feeling almost relieved that it was something that I could fix easily. I just needed to adjust my body fat and my periods would come back normal. A few days later I got the call. “Mrs. Lebanik, all your hormones came back normal, but your pregnancy test came back ‘unable to determine’.” WHAT?!?!?! :shock: :shock: Um, they HAD to have the wrong test results. I mean, come on. I have one good tube, scar damage, I’m not ovulating cause of my low body fat and my husband got cut!!! There had to be a mistake. Nope. Here I am 36 pregnant with a little boy. Come to find out, we found out about the conception literally days after it happened. We had had sex on Thursday and I had blood taken the following Wednesday. So it was literally just enough time to fertilize and egg and for it to barely implant. Talk about crazy, huh? We had a .02% change of conception, and yet here we are. The one thing we’ve learned over the past 7 years is that it’s not what we want or when we want things. God has a bigger plan and really, who are we to mess with it? I have been pregnant 5 times now and I will have 3 children. God’s design is fine so why should we mess with it. So instead of relying on doctors to choose what’s best for us, we’re letting nature take its course. Obviously, we have some hurtles to overcome sine I had to have a section with the girls, but none the less, this time around we are more informed, more secure in ourselves and more determined to end things on a peaceful, happy, loving note. No more medical interventions. As many times as I was poked and prodded last time around that is the last thing I wanted for Matthew. This pregnancy started off pretty much the same as the last, doctors telling me how and what to do for their benefit. So I switched practices at 14 weeks. I am so happy I did so. I managed to find out that I am hypoglycemic and with diet I have been able to control it. Other than the issue of continual contractions, I’ve been able to have a great pregnancy. I ran a half marathon in February with no real injury. Okay, I had some stress fractures, but nothing to the baby. And I have had minimal morning sickness or pain. So I can’t really complain too much. Just look to the finish line, stay focused, and hope and pray for the outcome I want. Oh and btw, I do plan on wearing my marathon medal while pushing. I deserve that much.
Gosh, what a novel! I’m sorry that I made a book out of everything, but to those that read it all, you are truly saints. Thank you again for letting me share my journey with you. I feel truly honored.
Here are some bonus pics:
5 weeks along with Matthew:
36 weeks today:
And a recent picture of the girls:
Your story is so touching and inspiring! God definately has a plan for you and your family and he is watching over you closely, there is no doubt in my mind about that!
Thank you for sharing it! And I'm excited to follow you through the rest of your journey!
YAY KELLY! You have a lodge!
I loved reading your intro. I learned so much about you that I never knew! God has plans for your sweet family. That's for sure! You look great BTW!! I can't wait to hear the story of Matt's arrival! You're so close!
OH and can you believe you're gonna have a FULL TERM BABY THIS TIME? It's a great feeling huh? Love you girlie!
That was an incredible story! I'd say someone REALLY wanted you to be a mom to 3!!
On a side note...I think your preggo waist is about the same measurement as my non-preggo waist. That's just wrong! LOL
Oh my goodness, Kelly - wow. You have been through soooo much. I'm totally in tears after reading your intro - and I'm in awe of your strength and lack of bitterness or self-pity. You BETTER wear that marathon medal while you're pushing - how could you not??
Thank you for sharing such an intimate portrait of your life here.
Wow, what an amazing story you have! Matthew must be one special little boy to get here with all those odds against him. I can't wait to hear how your birth experience with him is for you!
I just loved your intro story it was so touching. I think everything happens for a reason and your story is proof of that. I think it is awesome you are going to wear your marathon medals during pushing! Go for it girl!!! Was your dog alright after the fight?
Before I forget, welcome to your lodge. I can't wait to follow your story and hear your birth story.
Wow! you have had quite the jounrey. apparently there are plans for you! hope all goes well this time around.
Woo Hoo. Kelly, I'm so happy that you've made it this far. I'm so jealous that you get this chance to have a natural child birth. I'll be right beside you in spirit.
Congratulations on your lodge!
What an amazing journey. I hope this delivery is everything you've dreamed. You deserve that much.
YAY KELLY!!!! :wavehello: Welcome to your lodge!
I'm so thrilled and honored to be a part of your journey. You wear that medal- you deserve it!
Wow Kelly, such an incredible story!!! I wish you all the best on your labor & delivery, I hope it's everything you want it to be (and more)!
Guess what I just spent the last 75 minutes doing. I was out race walking with my friend Desiree'! We did only 5.5 miles in the hour and fifteen minutes, but I feel great! It was nice that even after 16 weeks off from running, I could go out there in the heat and come back to the house feeling like a million bucks! The best part was that I was contracting every 4 minutes while I was old there. It's a bit discouraging that I've stopped since geting back to the house, but that's fine. I'm not term just yet anyways. So for now I'll just sit back and enjoy that post walk/run little tingle you get in your legs that makes you feel accomplished.
wow Kelly, what a story!!! I can't believe everything you've been through, you are such a strong woman! and that's so wild that you got pregnant with Matthew. I hadn't realized your history before. anyhow, I'm glad I know you better after reading all of that. and the bonus pictures are great! your girls are too cute, and I love how happy you and Kevin look.
Thanks for sharing your amazing story! I am looking forward to following your journey.
Wow! What an amazing intro.
Only 5.5 miles in 1hr & 15 min :lol:??? :udawoman:
Kelly welcome to your lodge and thanks for sharing that wonderful story. I feel like I know you so much better now.
5.5 miles huh. I think I would drop at .5 miles. I guess when you are in really great shape before pregnancy, you can stay in great shape during pregnancy.
I'm looking forward to following your journey!
I loved reading your intro! I went to OSU as well! Small world.
Thanks for sharing your story!
Kelly, your intro was awesome. I read every word and, even though I basically knew the story, I love filling it all in with details and pictures. I think of you guys and your miracles often. Seeing you at this place in life, about ready to have your "impossible" baby, reminds me that so much is out of our hands and, for that, I am so grateful. Matthew means "gift from the Lord" and that's just what he is.
I will be praying for you and baby Matthew, that you have the birth experience that you want and that you both are safe and healthy through it all. Natural birth is a beautiful thing. I was able to do it once and I'm so glad I had the experience.
I'll be following you closely!!
Wow Kelly what an intro!!! You have overcome so many hurdles in your life smiling and looking fabulous!!! Your little girls are adorable and Im sure they cant wait to meet their little brother. Im so anxious so watch your last few weeks.
You take it easy out there in that heat....but kudos to doing 5.5 miles!!!
Glad you are able to run again! I know you have to be so happy about that!
Your story is amazing!! The girls are so beautiful, you truly are blessed
Hiya Kelly!! Your intro was beautiful.. I miss you girly!! I have no voice right now or I would give you a call and tell you what an inspiration you are to me!! Not just all the baby miracles, but the running!! Wow - how grea of you to speed walk at 36 weeks, while contracting!! I ran a mile in 12min 42 a few weeks ago - lol, you did better than that walking!!! Oh well, its a start, inspired by you!! Give E&H hugs from J&O!!! Good luck in your labor - I am looking forward to reading all about it! You get to have that natural birth many of us on the MOMs board dreamt of!!!
Woohoo Kelly!!! I'm so proud of you for making it this far and I'll be praying that you get an intervention free birth with Matthew! Go out there and do it for all of us who didn't have a choice. We'll be with you in spirit!!!
wow, kelly! what an amazing story!! i had no idea you'd been through so much. i'm excited to follow along the rest of your pregnancy and can't wait to meet baby matthew! xoxo.
That's awesome that you got to go race walking!! It really does feel good to still be active even in late pregnancy, doesn't it? 5.5 miles-you're doing great!!
Whoo hoo Kelly! I'm so glad you've made it to 36 weeks! Matthew truly is meant to be
You know, until I read your intro here, I never realized how similar our twin birth stories are! I'm going live vicariously through you and I hope you get the natural birth you want!
All I can say is, WOW! Great story, you are an inspiration. I can't wait to follow the rest of your lodge!!
After my oh-so-suddle sex thread, I did as Emily suggested last night and used EPO as an "aid" in the bedroom last night. Man is that stuff slippery. But I have to be honest, I am starting to feel bad for Kevin. He said to me last night that I've managed to take all the fun out of it for him. That makes me sad. I know what me means and all, but at the same time don't men WANT women to want them??? Even if it's for different reasons then they'd like.
I'm geting ready to go to my appointment here in 2 hours. I'm a bit concerned that they will get on me about my weight again. I have really upped my caloric intake the last 2 days, but I've also really upped my exercising too. Between doing the lawn last week, taking up race walking again and then my 3x weekly trips to the pool all in 98+ degree weather is not helping me to maintain the weight gain. Oh well, we'll see. Kevin is planning on going with me today so he can tell her that I've been caught with my hand in the cookie...I mean donut jar...many a time the last few weeks.
Gwen...I'll be thinking of you when I go today. "Stay strong! Stay strong" I just know that there has been no change in my cervix and I don't want to get disapointed. So I'm going to tell her no when she asks to do a cervical check. Or atleast I don't want to know the answer. She can wright it down in my file or whatever.
Anyways, I hope everyone has a wonderful day. I'll be back in to check on everyone this afternoon. I haven't made up my mind or not if I want to go to the zoo afterwards.
What time is your appt? mine is at 10 (EDT). I'm pretty sure I won't get the internal check, unless my midwife thinks I need it. She's pretty much a non-intervention type so she probably won't see a reason to have it. And you posted about your walk when I was doing my reply to you - that's amazingly fast! I walked last night with the kids (at a snails pace :ROFL:) and have had horrific leg cramps since. I'm about to start a thread about it on our BB. But I guess you don't get anything like that since you've been active from the getgo. I've been a slacker for a couple of months now ....
I'm just getting caught up on your lodge. What an amazing story you have! I wish you the very best in getting your VBAC
Hope your appt goes well today! I don't really have any advice about the weight gain-that has not been a problem for me. :oops: But I think it's great that you've been able to stay so active-you must be healthy to feel well enough to do all that you're doing.
Thanks for heavy shoes and gouchos! I came in 1.5 lbs. heavier than last appointment 2 weeks ago. I am up 13 lbs. for the pregnancy so far. So I am really happy about that. All in all, it was a good appointment. BP was perfect, weight gain was...well, like I said, I gained so that was good...and no protiens in my urine. I told the nurse that I didn't want to know the results of the internal and she made it clear to her when she got int he room. Did the group b test, I was told I could call in 48 hours for the answer and get the results. The worst part was that they used a speculum and I am still SO sore and tender that it hurt pretty bad. Well, the girls were throwing a fit and playing with the fake uterus there in the exam room so I sent Kevin out to the lobby with them. When the doctor walked me out, Kevin said, "so how are things?" to which she replied, "perfect!" And then Kevin asked, "so, any change since 2 weeks ago?" and before I could say anything, she responded, "a loose 2 and 75% effaced...oops, sorry Kelly, you okay?" Yeah...I thought I did good, but having a loose canon dh is something I didn't expect. Now I'm all deflated and sad. having like .5-.75 of a cm and only effaced like 15-20% more doesn't seem like alot with as active as I've been. But then again, I am still only 36 weeks so I have some time. Besides, Matt's still nice and low at 0 station so I do have some things to be thankful about. Anyways, I'm off to do another TMI thread cause a question was raised at my appointment. Hope everyone is having a nice day.
Welcome to your lodge, I read your intro a few days ago and didn't get to welcome you until now.
Bummer on finding out, continue to punish him with unfun sex for that slip up!
that stinks that you found out what you didn't want to know. interesting that she used a speculum .... I just had a swab brushed on the outside. but it sounds like things are going well. and you want that baby to bake as long as possible, so don't be bummed about the slow rate of change.
Sounds like the appt went well. And you did make progress. Sorry, you ended up finding out the results though, but like you said you've still got 4 weeks to ago and a lot can happen in that time.
2 cm is good! I was much less than that at 38 weeks!! Sorry you found out though...
well, that is pretty dilated for 36 weeks sorry you found out.
I hate speculums!!!
Silly DH! Sorry he made you find out. Hope the tenderness goes away soon.
YAY for progress....boo for them telling your DH in front of you. Try not to think about it (I know its really hard not too). Ill be thinking of you. When is your next appt?
Now Im off to find this thread of yours.lol
How you doing today Kelly??