Wow... you're getting closer! Are you excited?
Yes, Rachael, thanks! I am getting excited and nervous, too!
In 7 weeks (if not sooner) I will go into the hospital to have a baby. :eek: I am in an introspective stage right now, just trying to process all of this. My organized side is busy as a bee trying to get my hospital bag packed (yes, it's mostly packed :oops:) and things bought for the little one. However, at night I lie awake sometimes thinking about the enormous weight of this event. I can't believe it's happening. Most likely at this point (32 weeks) she would survive if she had to be born right now. I can't tell you how much of a relief it has been to get to this point. Up until now (and even still) my inner demons have been tormenting me with what-ifs - my mind has been filled with constant thoughts of my water breaking early or going into pre-term labor. I pray every night about it. And still, weirdly, I have a calm side that is okay with whatever happens. If we lose BG, I will be grateful for what time I had with her.
The other thought that plagues me is the c-section. I am scared of something going wrong and not being around to watch Austin and BG grow up and spend lots more years with my husband. But again, I pray about it, and I know that God will take care of everything, no matter what happens.
Day to day, I just try to make it through. I feel very good most days. (boy, am I asking for it now... ) Sometimes I have this thought that it is the calm before the storm, that something is just about to happen. :shrug: I don't know. I am a little bit crazy most days.
BG has been sitting low the past couple of days and hurting my cervix (or whatever is down there) when she twists and moves. OUCH. She seems to have moved up now, though, thank goodness.
If it gives you peace of mind (and I know every baby/pregnancy is different), all but one of my babies has been preterm. I had one at 33 weeks, and I'm a diabetic. He spent a whopping 3 days in the hospital before he came home. My longest NICU stay was my 5 year old. He spent 2 weeks in there b/c he ended up getting jaundice, but it was because my breastmilk wasn't getting his billirubin down fast enough. He was a preeclampsia baby. The rest spent mere days in the hospital and all came home happy and healthy. So I just wanted to reassure you that medical technology is awesome. ((HUGS))
I know you're right, Rachael- the medical technology we have been blessed with is wonderful. I just try to keep thinking of that when I get too panicky.
This is the exact day in my pregnancy with Jake when my water broke at 3am and that crazy day began. I had a good cry just a moment ago. (still crying) I just can't believe that by this point last time Jake was gone and I was no longer pg. I kept waking up last night thinking that my water was going to break at that exact moment again- how bizarre is that? I wish I could tell Jake how sorry I am that he is not here with us, and how much I miss him. I believe in little miracles, though, and I know that one of these days in a few years, his little sister is going to say something and I will think to myself that she feels him, and knows him, even though she has never met him. ♥
I don't mean to push my beliefs here....but I KNOW your daughter has met Jake and that they are together now.
Thank you, Jen.
The countdown is on! Dec. 1 is the day. A little over 3 weeks to go. :eek: The nursery is a colossal mess, it looks like a baby store blew up in there. When we rearranged the kids' rooms (it sounds so weird to say plural "kids"), DH moved all of the baby stuff that I had saved from Austin into the nursery, but it is all just sitting there in the middle of the room. My friend is coming over thurs. night to help me organize and put stuff away in the closet. Maybe I can take some pics then, after it's all lookin' pretty.
BG has been pretty nice to me lately...she has been active, but not so much in places that hurt. I *would* be getting good sleep most nights if Austin wasn't coming in our room every morning around 4am waking me from a sound sleep, saying he needs to pee. Why he doesn't use the hall bath that is 10 feet from his room is beyond me. And last night he wet the bed. He does that occasionally, but this is the second time in a week that has happened. I wonder if he is (even in his sleep) seeking attention bc he knows that the baby is coming soon. He has always seemed happy about the baby, and kisses my belly, and talks about baby sister a lot, etc. and he is an extremely adaptable kid, but even the most flexible of 4-yr old personalities has to be a little thrown for a loop when something like this comes along. I am not too worried, though. I have faith that it will all work out.
Wow - you are almost there!!! SO SO SO excited for you!
Me too, Jen, thanks! I keep hovering between excited and freak-out mode. haha!
One good thing about a planned c-section: no internal checks. Had my 36-week appt yesterday - all was good. Had a GBS swab but my Dr. saw no need to do an internal since I haven't been having contractions (that I know of). My BP was still a little high (137/78 ) but it was lower than last time. Dr. is not concerned about it so I guess I'm not either. I am trying to stay chill and not worry about things, though, just in case. The Dr. said there is a "small chance" I could go into labor before the c-section date- in that case, he said "just go to the hospital and I'll come in and do your c-section". No biggie. HAHA! Easy for him to say. He's not the one facing the thought of having his abdomen cut open.
My friend came over last night and helped put away the big things in the nursery closet and organize some stuff- so helpful. I can now get to the drawers and things I need to. It is starting to resemble a nusery.
I know this is your first c section but I will say this, the planned ones are the best. I had an unplanned one with DS and it was very uncomfortable. Although we tried for a VBAC with our second it was determined that we wouldn't be able to at 7 months. I was heartbroken. They did a wonderful job, I didn't feel a thing and recovery was so much better.
Actually Kelly, this is my 2nd c-section...I had a section with Jake so I am doing one again. I looked at the options and determined that a VBAC was too risky for me personally. I am just not looking forward to it again...I had a vag. birth with my first and it was so much easier to recover from. Thanks for the advice though....I had a c-section planned for a certain date w/Jake but it still ended up being somewhat of an emergency due to my water breaking unexpectedly a couple of weeks before that date. This one is planned for Dec. 1 but of course you never know when baby wants to come, so it could end up being a quickie one too. I am hoping for a better recovery this time.
You are officially full-term Kim.....it could be anytime!!! How exciting!!!
Yes sireee. Full-term today. :band: Thank you, God.
Been having some uncomfortableness the past 2 days. I think I had some contractions last night...moderate ones. They lasted for a couple of hours - I had a bad night...couldn't sleep bc I was worried this might be it, so I got up and watched Laverne & Shirley and some Doogie Howser on the couch. lol I just feel a lot of pressure down below and in my rear-end (?) at times. Today my belly has been tight and hard all day long. I don't know. I've always had a clear sign (water breaking) to tell me when to go to the hospital. I would just like to make it to a planned delivery date for once. But I can't worry about that. I just have to focus on BG and myself being healthy and safe, and that's all that matters. If she decides to come early, we will deal.
Oh yeah, this was the day my water broke with Austin. 37 weeks exactly.
I'm officially the most pregnant I've ever been. And I'm thankful for it. Thursday is Baby Day, and even though I've been somewhat miserable off and on the past few days, I am still somewhat desperate to make it till then. It's the part of me that wants to control things...to have a planned birth for once. But I keep telling myself that IT'S OK if it happens before. It's silly but I just feel like my family might be a little disappointed if I went into labor before then because everyone has taken off work, and are making plans to travel here, etc. Anyway, those are the things I have been wrestling with the past few days (weeks)...that, and constipation. ha!
Anyway, my bags are packed - except for the few things I can't pack yet - and my mom is here so we have backup for Austin. I had several contractions Sun. night and some yesterday but I think they have fizzled out. I hope I don't have many more. My pre-op appointment is tomorrow morning. The tree is up, and my house is decorated for Christmas - the earliest in the history of our household. We still don't have many presents bought - but we don't have many to buy for, and there's still time. The nursery is complete and looks so cute. I like to go in there and just look around and smell the baby smells. It is still in the back of my mind that all of this could be for naught - that we will have to return all of this stuff, that we won't really get to bring her home, but I try to push those thoughts away. I had a dream last night about BG...she was still in my belly but I was holding her - the complete outline and shape of her was protruding from my stomach and I was holding her...so weird. I was thinking in my dream that she was tiny even though she was full term. She looked cute, though.
Guess I better go for now.
Can't wait to see pics of your beautiful baby girl - good luck mama!!!
I'm guessing baby is here?? Hope all went ok lovely.
Yes, Kristi, I'm sorry I haven't updated here. Allyson Joy was born on December 1 (we made it to the c-section date - yea!). She weighed 7lb 7oz and was 20 1/4" long. She is a good baby (really, is there such a thing as a "bad" baby? LOL) She is precious - a miracle.
Austin loves her. He wants to touch her face all the time, we have to remind him to get out of her face a lot. He still calls her "Baby Sister". Tonight he said something so, so sweet to her. She was fussing in her bouncy seat and he was right there with her. I walked into the kitchen for a second to do something and he was trying to console her. I heard him say to her, "I can't give you milk, but I can give you kisses and I can play with you." :bawl:
That is SO Sweet! Brings tears to my eyes. I am so happy for you and your family. And I love her name, so beautiful.
Awww, how sweet!!!! Congrats on your new baby girl!!!!!
Thank you Alissa & Kelly.
I think I am finally finished with my birth story. It's kind of boring, as it was a planned c-section, ha ha, but here it is.
I had been having some contractions in the days leading up to my c-section date. They got worse at night, and they definitely made me nervous, but I knew that if it was true labor, they would be coming closer together and getting more intense, which they were not. And during the day, they were very random. DH and I had pretty much decided on a name a couple of days earlier. Everyone kept asking us, but we told no one. Not even Austin (especially Austin) because we knew he would tell everyone. DH chose the spelling of her first name.
We were supposed to be at the hospital at 5:30 a.m. on Thursday, December 1. I slept maybe 2 hours total the night before- I kept waking up. Finally around 4:00 I just got up, finished packing my bags, and took a shower. DH and I took some last belly pics of me beside the Christmas tree, and we were on our way in the early morning darkness. Austin had spent the night with DH’s mom & step-dad at their hotel, and my parents and sister were at our house, still asleep.
On the way to the hospital, I was thinking about how unbelievable it was that we actually made it to the c-section date. We finally knew for sure when our daughter’s birthday would be. We got to the hospital, and they wheeled me up to L&D in a wheelchair, even though I could walk just fine (hospital policy). I had to sign a bunch of paperwork and then they put me in a room. I changed into a gown and got in bed. The nurse Kathryn was so nice. She and another nurse Linda, got me all hooked up to the IV and took blood, etc. DH’s mom & step-dad arrived with Austin about 6:30 or so. My parents and sister got there about 7:00. They all got to be in the room with me, and we were all just chatting. Austin was watching Nick Jr on the television in the room.
The anesthesiologist came in and introduced herself and turned up my IV to get more fluids in me. My surgery was actually scheduled for 7:30 a.m. but that time came and went, as my doctor had not arrived yet. The nurses kept coming in and doing stuff, saying that the dr. still wasn’t here. Finally, around 8:15, the nurse came in and said, “he’s here!” I gave Austin a kiss and the nurses walked me down the short hall to the OR. DH stayed behind for a minute to put on his scrubs while they gave me my spinal. I was so nervous, I was trying not to shake. The spinal went in fine, they layed me down on the bed, and I felt my legs get warm and numb. I could still wiggle my toes at first, but then that feeling went away and I couldn’t move them at all. I panicked a little and I remembered that feeling from my last c-section. I had to just force my mind away from thinking about it. The anesthesiologist kept checking me, rubbing a cold alcohol swab on my chin and then on my chest, asking me if it felt different or the same- she was checking to make sure the spinal had taken effect in the right places. The dr. came in, said hi, flipped on the CD player (Dixie Chicks “Wide Open Spaces” began to play) and everyone got into place. I think there were 4 nurses and 2 anesthesiologists in the room, besides my doctor.
DH came in and sat down beside my head and held my hand the entire time. I was just really nervous and scared something was going to go wrong- I kept looking at the monitors to see my blood pressure, etc. I smelled the burning smell as the dr. was cutting my skin, I guess. I was reassured by the small-talk chatter by the dr. and nurse as my surgery was going on. I kept listening for that, because I knew that everything was going okay if they were talking small-talk. The anesthesiologist kept putting her hand on my head and that reassured me as well. She was all around the room, checking on things constantly. She said I was doing fine, and apparently my pulse-ox was really good, and she said I had “good lungs”. She said “I bet no one has ever told you that before, huh?” Kinda funny. Finally, she said, “they’re almost to your baby, you’re going to get to meet her very soon!” It seemed very surreal, the fact that she was almost here in the world, after all this time. Finally, finally, they said, “here she is!” and I saw her above the curtain, being lifted, all covered in white goop, on her way to the warmer/scale. It was 8:40 a.m. Her little red face was all scrunched up, and she started crying! A little squawking cry. I had been waiting 9 months for that sound. My eyes welled up with tears and I couldn’t even talk when they showed her to me. They put her on this space-age warmer thing a few feet away, and started cleaning her up and suctioning out her lungs. DH was over there with them. I could only see a little bit of what they were doing, but I could see her hands - her fingers were so long! I saw a cup about half full of fluid and assumed that came out of her lungs. Apparently she had sucked a lot of it into her lungs. After a few minutes, they weighed her and everyone exclaimed, “7lb 7oz!” Someone said, “That will be easy to remember!” Then they wrapped her up, DH held her by my head and a nurse snapped a few pictures of DH, the baby, and my head. Haha! Then DH took off with her to the nursery. I was left to be put back together and sewn up. I felt a ton of pressure in my chest area – it felt really weird – and I commented on it to the anesthesiologist. She said it was because they had my uterus out and when they put it back, the pressure would go away. It was really weird to think about all my innards just flopped out on the tabIe. I realized after a few moments that my wrists were strapped down. I’m not sure when that happened, or maybe they had been that way the whole time, but I don’t think so. Toward the end, the anesthesiologist put something in my IV to help me relax – she called it a “mommy cocktail”. I started feeling very sleepy and kind of woozy. The dr. finished up and left, and the nurses hefted me to another bed and wheeled me back into the room I came out of. It was empty- all the family had gone to the nursery to see the baby. The nurse commented that everyone had deserted me. I said that was okay with me.
After a few minutes, DH came back in and brought the baby with him (or the nurse brought her back, I can’t remember which – everything was a little fuzzy at this time). Then the family came back and Austin was the first one in the room. I was holding the baby and I said to Austin, “come see your baby sister, this is Allyson Joy.” Everyone oohed and ahhed over her and her name and began snapping pics of Austin and the baby, the baby with grandparents, the baby with our minister (who had arrived with his wife), the baby with my sister, etc. Finally we got a few family pics of all 4 of us- something I really wanted to get. Of course I was sort of drugged up and looking a little haggard in my lovely hospital gown, but the pics turned out pretty good. Austin seemed very happy with his new little sis.
I stayed in that room – recovery – for another couple of hours. I nursed Allyson (after everyone cleared the room) – she latched on really well, and had a really strong suck! And then they moved me to my private room, where I would be for the next 2 days.
The spinal I had gotten was something called Duramorph – the spinal has morphine already in it. They just inject it into your spine and it stays in your system for 24 hours. The only real side effect is it makes most people itch, which happened to me. It was mostly just on my face, around my nose and eyes and mouth. They had told me they could give me Benadryl if the itching got too bad, but it never really did. It was more annoying than anything.
Our families left around lunchtime to go get something to eat and relax a little. I really wanted Austin to get a nap, since he had gotten up so early. So all of them left, and it was just DH, me, and Allyson for a while, which was nice. DH went and gave her her first bath with the nurses. I was sooooo sleepy, but I just couldn’t relax enough to go to sleep. I did rest a little though, and maybe dozed off a couple of times. I ordered some lunch (I was on a clear liquid diet so I ordered chicken broth and something else- maybe juice) but as soon as I ate a couple of spoonfuls, I felt sick. And I began feeling really nauseated late that afternoon. I’m not sure if it was the drugs, or gas from the surgery working its way through my system, but I did throw up a couple of times. Later that evening, our families came back and several friends of ours came by to visit. I was still feeling very queasy and I was so afraid I would have to upchuck while they were there. I had DH get me a cup of ice pellets and I just sucked on them the whole time and tried to keep my mind off of the nausea. I told the nurse I was feeling sick and she gave me some Zofran, which finally helped later that night.
The first night was not too bad, the nurses brought Allyson in 2 or 3 times to nurse, I think. She seemed to sleep a lot more than Austin did. I couldn’t believe how beautiful and perfect she was. And she was so strong! She was already holding her head up off of our shoulders. But then again, I wasn’t too surprised, she always kicked like a mule when she was in my belly.
The next day, Friday, I got up and took a shower and walked around a little. I couldn’t believe how much better I felt this time around than with my last c-section. Our pediatrician came by that morning and told us that Allyson’s bilirubin levels had tested a little high, she was a little jaundiced, so he was putting her under the UV lights that day. He had ordered that we could see her 45 minutes out of every 4 hours. I had hoped that we wouldn’t have to go through the jaundice thing again – Austin had been pretty severely jaundiced when he was born, and I figured it was mainly because he was born at 37 weeks – but the ped said it was more due to the fact that I have O blood and both our kids have A blood like their dad, so Allyson had a bit of jaundice too. Something about those two blood types don’t get along with each other very well. So we didn’t get to see much of Allyson that day. We just rested and visited with our families. That night the c-section pain finally hit me, but the nurse gave me some pain medicine and it helped. They kept testing Allyson’s bilirubin levels all through the day and night. Friday night was about the same as the previous night- the nurses brought her in a couple of times to nurse. By then that hospital bed was really getting uncomfortable so I hoped we could go home soon.
Allyson did have to go under the lights again the next morning (Saturday), but by that afternoon her levels were coming down, so they told us we could go home! It was Saturday afternoon about 4:00 when we got home.
Allyson is such a precious miracle. I just stare at her while she is nursing or whatever. I am a bit enamored with her. Since the day she was born, she has always smiled and laughed in her sleep. The other day, she started smiling back at us for real. So sweet!!
Here are a few pics...
Austin meeting Baby Sister...
Getting ready for the ride home...
A couple of pics since we've been home...
Oh, she is beautiful And even a c-section birth story is a great one. I also know what that incompatible blood type jaundice thing is. It's called the Koombs factor. Had that with my first. Thanks for sharing. I'm so grinning from ear-to-ear.
I'm so happy for you, what a great birth and precious baby.
Thank you so much Rachael and Cindy!
Allyson is now 2 mos. old and my life is about adjusting to having 2 kids. Welp, just heard her fuss so this journal entry will have to wait.
It's been so long since I've updated that I'm sure no one cares anymore, LOL, but I thought I would post a quick one.
Miss A is almost 9 months now- crawling, pulling up on everything, standing on her own... (gulp). She is way more adventurous than Austin ever was. She's loud, squealy, and the smiliest baby I've ever seen (except when she's mad ) But she's also shy when a stranger talks to her. She's a total Mama's girl right now and doesn't want me to leave her sight. But she's also got a huge grin for her Daddy when he walks in the door.
Austin is 5 now and started kindergarten this week. :bawl: What a big boy.