The ultrasound went okay, they found that one of the vessels in her umbilical cord atrophied or something but she is still growing okay. They are going to do repeat ultrasounds (Next one is July 5th) to make sure she doesn't develop IUGR though...and I guess the two vessel cord (As opposed to three) makes her slightly more prone to being preterm. The ultrasound was at 30.5 weeks and she measured just right and at 3 pounds, 7 ounces already -- that's about 7 ounces bigger then 'average'.
My last OBGYN appointment went well too, with her fundal height finally catching up to her gestational weeks.
I complained about cramping and they checked me, I'm not dialated any but I am effacing slightly. No big deal I guess, just something they are going to keep an eye on. Hopefully those two things will combine and make me go into labor a week early or so!
My mom is pushing for me to hire a doula to be at the hospital with me - she said she will pay for it if I want one so I will probably go ahead and have her with us.
My next OBGYN appointment is July 2nd and after that one they will probably switch to weekly appointments (Or they might wait one more every-two-weeks appointment, I'm not sure) I will be 34.5 weeks then. Well, I don't really have any more news - she moves a lot so I guess she is okay...
Stupid fundal height is bouncing all around! My last OB appointment they measured at 32cm (Then they got the person who measured last appointment and she got 34.5cm....and then I measured myself at home and got 33.5cm!) Well, she dropped into my pelvis so I guess it is normal for the fundal height to go down a little after that. I have an ultrasound tomorrow morning and they will check her growth then.
I can definately tell that the amniotic fluid is decreasing compared to amount of 'baby' in there - her bony little knees keep sticking out of my stomach and making me look lopsided! I'm curious to see what her wieght measures at tomorrow morning!!
They estimated her weight as 5 pounds exactly but said that they can be up to 10% off, so she is anywhere from 4.5-5.5lbs. Her growth is starting to slow down some, probably due to the single artery in her cord. She measured about a week behind what she should have, although she is still within normal ranges.
The doctor said that unless my fundal height goes way off that they don't need to do anymore ultrasounds because I'm 35 weeks now.
(Her weight/growth put her in the 24th percentile - meaning out of a hundred babies she is bigger then 24 of them - and they don't get concerned or talk about induction until she drops below the 10th percentile. Her previous ultrasound she was 38th)
I don't mind having a petite baby anyways, so long as she is healthy and she is! She will most likely be 7 pounds when she is born, give or take a couple ounces.
In other news, I checked my cervix et all when I was in the shower and I can feel her head! (Not her actual head-skin, but a huge hard round thing behind my cervix.) She dropped at 33 wks so it makes sense. My cervix has thinned to about half an inch of really mushy 'lips' (I estimated about 75% effaced) so my body is definately preparing to have this baby! I am still only dilated 1cm at the most, that is kind of generous estimate.
I have my second meeting with the doula we decided on tomorrow at 11, she is bringing some videos of births and I expect those to freak Brandon the hell out. Lol. And we are going to go over my birth plan.
Since I don't have any family here (Besides Brandon, of course) it's really comforting for me to have her for the birth.
Well, that's all the news I have - my next OB appointment is the 16th so we'll have to wait and see how they measure her fundal height then.
UGH I'm bored here at work. I finally packed my hospital bag but I'm waiting for it to get closer to August to put the car seat in the back of the car, I would feel weird driving around with a empty one!
My OB appointment is tomorrow, I should be put on weekly appointments after this one, I feel like I'm running out of time!
I measured my fundal height and got almost 36cm, which because I am 36 weeks is fine. I'm curious what the doctors/students will measure it at tomorrow.
Ugh, they (Well, one of the residents) measured her fundal height at 33cm. Im****ingpossible. She cannot have SHRUNK, especially since her dropping was already taken into account for at the last visit.
She checked my dilation and said I was 1cm (Which I knew already) and estimated my effacement to be 25% - which is wrong. I didn't feel like arguing with a student though. Whatever.
They did the GBS swab and it should be back in a week or so. I'm curious about the results because before I gave my pee sample I cleaned every nook and cranny really well with those funny smelling antisceptic wipes they give you for a 'clean catch' ... so I wonder if there was any GBS bacteria if it was all cleaned off ... oh well.
We did the walk through L&D today, it was pretty anti-climatic -- the rooms are pretty bare and smell kind of like a nursing home. It just reinforced my decision to labor at home as long as possible. It wasn't terribly off-putting or anything though.
My next appointment is a week from today - 23rd at 845AM.
So last night I got up to go to the bathroom and I had a panty-liner on because I had put some primrose oil in – and it looked like I had blown my nose in my underwear…it was greenish-yellow and thick, about a quarter-size amount but thicker then one quarter, maybe like 4-5 stacked on top of each other. Would that be my mucus plug and if so, what does that really mean? There was no blood in it or anything. I didn’t think anything of it really until I read about someone loosing their plug on this pregnancy website and it being green. I HAD thought that it was the oil but….the oil is clear and nowhere near that amount.
They measured her at 36cm, it was a different older girl so she probably did it right, especially since that;s almost exactly what I got yesterday. Other then that it was a really uneventful visit.
5 days until my due date! (3 if you use the 9th) My family is getting here tomorrow and his family is coming in on the 11th-18th. Hopefully I will have a baby to show them by then! I took Castor oil last night and through the day (1 tsp every 4 hours) and got regular contractions for awhile, but they have kind of crapped out now. I'm planning on taking 1-2 tablespoons in a shake (I'm tired of the taste!) when I get home from work today, see if that pushes anything along!
We still don't have a name, poor kid, but we have been talking about them more seriously. I'm not really worried because I'm sure she'll be named EVENTUALLY. And if she really hates it, I'll pay the 100$ to have it changed when she's 18. I swear!
Kaia Elizebeth was born August 8th, 2007. She weighed 5 pounds and 10 ounces and was 18 inches long. This is her birth story...
August 6th 2007 I came home from working a day shift and mixed up a blueberry soyshake - I added four tablespoons of castor oil and was able to drink about half of it before the taste and texture of the oil got to me. I was 39 weeks and 4 days pregnant.
Brandon came home at 11PM and I was in bed, restlessly sleeping. I had been having some light contractions but it was nothing serious. I finally drifted off to sleep when he joined me in bed.
The contractions were strong enough to wake me up at around 1:20AM and I heated up a rice pillow in the microwave for my cramps. It worked well since they were still mild but it cooled off quickly and around 2AM I got up to heat it up again and my water broke standing in front of the microwave, it splashed on the floor and I was suprised at how warm it was running down my legs.
I grabbed a towel to soak up the still-gushing amniotic fluid and waddled back to the bedroom to tell Brandon - He seemed underwhelmed and went back to sleep right away.
I called my doula and let her know that my water had broken at 2AM (Which was important because I was GBS positive) and that I would probably be needing her services later that day. She told me to call her back when I could no longer talk through the contractions. Then I got into the bathtub and tried to relax as the contractions increased. By 6AM Brandon was awake and the contractions had increased to where I could talk if I had to, but to where I didn't want to talk. I had Brandon call the doula and she arrived at around 7AM. I was back in the bathtub at that time and the contractions were painful. I was left pretty much alone as they set up the birth pool in the living room. I think that was the worst part of the labor, I remember crying in the bathtub then. Just being alone was awful because this was all new to me. Jen came in and gave me an herbal tincture to help me relax - which tasted terrible and had a strong alcohol base.
She checked my cervix as the pool was filling and told me I was at 2cm. I was a little disapointed because I had already been in labor for 7+ hours and "the book" said a first time mom's labor should be around 12-14 hours.
Once I got into the birth pool I was able to handle the pain better even though the contractions were stronger then they were in the bathtub. I remember the room was dim and Brandon put the concert DVD of Pink Floyd on TV - it was very relaxing and the perfect music to labor to. Time pretty much stood still in the birth pool until my parents arrived sometime in the afternoon. They had been worried that they wouldn't get there in time for the birth since they were driving up from Florida but it turned out that there was no reason to rush after all!
Once my mom was there it was like I had been holding my breath for her to arrive, just a big sigh of relief.
My labor was progressing pretty slowly so a couple of times I got out of the pool and tried walking and squatting to hurry things up but the water was so soothing to me that I desperately wanted back into it after only a couple of minutes.
Around midnight I began to feel a little pressure, which I knew meant that the my cervix was probably close to being fully dilated. Jen checked me and announced I was 9.5-10cm dilated and I could begin pushing when I felt like it. I remember thinking "Oh, the hard part is over now," because everyone said that pushing felt good compared to labor. I waited through a couple of contractions for the urge to push but had to started pushing without it because it never came.
We tried everything - pushing in the pool, out of the pool, on the toilet, on the birth stool, on my side with the doula holding my leg up, on my hands and knees over the birth stool ... nothing was helping me make much progress and I still didn't have any urge to push which made the effort very awkward feeling. Jen checked my dilation again and said she could feel a 'lip' of unripened cervix and she would hold it back while I pushed. I had to get out of the pool for that and it was miserable - it felt like she was pinching inside of me. She had to do it several times before the baby's head made enough progress to hold the lip back by itself. I told her I wanted to get back in the pool but she didn't think that was a good idea because I was not making good progress. I told her "Try and stop me," and got back in. The water was the only thing that kept me sane - I remember thinking it seemed cruel to make someone labor outside of it.
By this time I had been in labor for over 24 hours and I guess I was tired - I didn't FEEL tired but my body completely shut down between contractions. I remember actually dreaming between contractions that came about only every 4 minutes apart. I heard Jen say that if I didn't have the baby by 5AM that they would have to transfer me to the hospital. Mom started force-feeding me Gatorade and bites of fuit and protein bars to keep my strength up - I hadn't had a real meal since before I had gone to bed almost two days ago.
I continued pushing in the water and began to bring her head down - I could feel myself bulging out with each push and that was motivating to me. Jen brought a mirror so I could see her head crowning but the water was murky from the amniotic fluid that had been leaking into it the whole time so I could only see a fuzzy picture. I reached down and felt the quarter-sized patch of wrinkly scalp peeking out. Each push felt like two steps forward, one step back - I could bring her head farther with each one but as soon as I stopped pushing it would slip back in. Each push made my skin burn and it felt like I was tearing up towards my stomach. In between a contraction Jen checked the baby's neck to see if the cord was wrapped around it and for any other complications and she found out that the baby's left fist was up by her ear which explained why my labor was so slow and the lack of a pushing instinct. I felt another contraction coming and decided to just grit my teeth and get it over with, and I was finally able to pop her head out. That is probably the part of my labor and birth that sticks out most to me - I reached down and touched her cheek. I attempted to push the rest of her body at but the contraction had ended and I wasn't able to do it on my own, so for 3-4 minutes we just rested like that, half in and half out. I remember feeling her moving her hand inside of me and it felt so strange. With the final contraction I bore down and pushed her out all in one quick rush. She slid into the pool as I stared in amazement at her swimming in the water. Jen had to prompt me to pick her up, I was so dumbfounded. I reached down and pulled her to my chest. She was so calm and wise looking, she just stared up at me while I stared down at her. She was actually so quiet that they had to rough her up a little bit to get her to cry and clear her lungs completely. She was perfectly pink from the minute she was born and breathing perfectly - she just didn't have anything to cry about! Her Apgar scores were 9, 10 and 10. (The initial 9 was because she wasn't crying)
We waited until the cord stopped pulsing and Jen clamped it and Brandon cut it. I handed the baby to Brandon in a towel and stood up to deliver the placenta, which slid out in a big gush of blood as soon as I stood up. I looked over from delivering the placenta and saw Brandon completely wrapped up in the baby, he looked enthralled - thrilled - totally absorbed with her...which is how we both have been ever since that day.
Things have been going pretty well with Kaia E. - I'm back at work full time now (Those 6-weeks off FLEW!) and we are breastfeeding exclusively and co-sleeping. It goes with the home water-birth, lol. We have settled into a nice pattern and I don't even feel like she's disturbed my routine in the slightest.
Brandon, who never wanted this child is now her devoted slave and it brings tears to my eyes to see how tender and loving he is with her. Because of his devotion and support we have not had to put her into daycare at all, even with both of us working full-time (Opposing shifts).
I gained a total of 48 pounds and lost 32 in the first two weeks. I now have only 10 pounds left to lose until I am at my prepregnancy weight. Yay for me! Here is a link to pictures of me at 1 & 2 and 3 weeks postpartum:
Doesn't my stomach look awesome for having had a baby 3 weeks ago? (Of course, now she is 9 weeks old so it's better then it was - the marks have faded significantly from the red mess they were in that pic!) Anyways I suppose this will be my last post since I'm no longer pregnant!
Brandon - again, who didn't want this baby and was upset when I got pregnant!) is already talking about our next baby though, so maybe I will be back sooner rather then later.