Well, well, well...my journal was bumped to the second page for the first time ever. I guess you could officially call me a slacker! Or, you could call me 35 weeks pregnant, busy, and exhausted! Slacker may be a better, general description, though!!
Not a lot has been going on, and a ton has been going on! I had a baby shower a few weeks ago and everyone definitely showered us with great gifts and plenty of love. So many people are SO excited to meet the baby! Our friends and family were far too generous, and this baby will not be in want of ANYTHING! From the stroller and carseat to washcloths and bath toys, we are most definitely fully stocked. I of course have filled in the gaps with a couple of my own trips to Babies R Us, but I think we are officially done shopping. We even have several pink and several blue outfits hanging in the closet, and it won't be long now until we know which ones to wash and which ones to take back to the store
I talked to Carrin last night, and so far it seems that the plan for her in terms of coming for the baby's arrival is to come November 1st and stay through the 21st. I am so excited to see her, and have confidence that she will be here in plenty of time. I have a feeling this baby is going to stay nice a put until 40 weeks and likely beyond. But not too far beyond!
In the area of baby's arrival and going overdue, we had a conversation with the doctor last week and learned that going one week over due is completely acceptable to the doctor, but at one week she would begin to strongly encourage induction. If, for some reason I wanted to wait it out for a second week, I would be required to be in her office every day for two hours monitoring the baby. I know I won't let it go that far, but right now my biggest fear is induction. Since I want to go through labor without an epidural or other pain medication, I think it would be in my best interest NOT to be on pitocin, as well. I know pit contractions can be more intense, and I don't want to add that to the situation.
So our fingers are crossed for a term baby, arriving no sooner than November 2 so Carrin can be here, and no later than a week overdue, with spontaneous labor. Is that too much to ask?
Really all we care for is a healthy baby to come home with us, but we definitely have an ideal way for that all to occur.
We had our 36 week appointment yesterday and it was one of the best appointments yet. We had an ultrasound so we got to see our baby, who is nicely positioned with the head down (thank you very much!) and toes tucked up under the chin. I also had my first internal and much to my excitement I am:
"Dilated a loose centimeter and 50% effaced!"
I realize this means nothing other than my body is preparing for labor, but I can't help but be very excited about my body actually working like it should. Even tiny baby steps toward meeting our baby just thrill me! I'm sure it will be serveral weeks still, and I still have the inkling that I'll be overdue, BUT the doctor did give me something to ponder...she said:
I'm on call this weekend. Maybe you'll break your family history and go early and I'll see you there.
Now how cool would that be?!?! Highly unlikely, I know...but fun to think about. In all honestly, I want the baby to bake a little longer, but a comment like that can't NOT make the "what-if" wheels spin.
I guess the bottom line is the baby will come when the baby will come, and as of now if looks like my body is gearing up for the baby to come...sometime! So that's good. I want progress...NO INDUCTION PLEASE!
Progress and doctor's comments have Scott feeling a little anxious and excited. At 5:30am this morning when I went to give him a hug he said, "We need to pack the bag tonight." Okay...no problem...I was just surprised those were the first words out of his mouth at 5:30am! It was very sweet, and I love that he is so excited, interested, and involved. So we'll pack the bag tonight, and maybe read the instruction booklet for installing the carseat. Not quite ready to put it in the car, but knowing how to do it wouldn't be a bad idea. I also need to make some labor notes for Scott. I know he'll do a great job supporting me, but it will be useful to both of us to have some notes for ideas when the going gets really tough. Uhg...just realized we have class tonight too. Last one, luckily. They are pretty boring and only slightly informative and take up precious time, so I'm glad it's practically over.
Another week, another appointment...but no progress!
Still dilated a loose cenitmeter. She didn't mention the effacement, but I assume it's the same. She did have to reach a bit further this time, and said the cervix is actually behind the baby's head. Which means I'm not having the baby this weekend. I didn't figure I would be, since I really do feel the baby will be overdue, but I was a little discouraged to hear that!
Since the baby's not coming this weekend (or anytime real soon, as she alluded to), I said to Scott right there in the office that he should go to Bend now to sign Chris' papers. That piped up the doctor's ears real quick and she immediately said Scott could go to Bend, but not me. Figures. She was a little humorous about it though, saying, "I know you don't want an interventionist labor, but do you really want to be a pioneer woman having the baby alone on the side of the road?" No, no I don't. So I'll be staying here!
Word has already gotten out about Scott's new job and he hasn't even signed papers yet. He's accepted it, but until the John Hancocks are on the paper, he wasn't telling anyone...except family. But family sometimes fails us, and now the word is out in the golf community. It wouldn't be long until Scott's boss caught wind, so despite wanting to wait, Scott is telling him today. I know he's nervous, and I'm nervous for him. It's a hard thing to do, especially since they have been so good to him. I know they will be supportive and they will appreciate finding out from Scott rather than from a random, gossipy phone call, but it's still a hard thing to do. So good luck today, Scotty!! And let the stress begin! With a baby coming in a few weeks and a move in a few months, we are sure to have a lot on our little plates. But we can do it
Well...as suspected, no progress for yet another week. Not surprised! I know this baby is going to stay baking for a long time. Hopefully at the longest from today it will be 19 days. That would put me a week overdue on November 15, which is a Wednesday. The doctor is on-call Wednesday nights, so if...in the unfortunate event of an induction, it would be nice to be induced Wednesday morning so she could (more than likely) be present for the delivery. I know an induction can last longer, but she works Thursday days at the office and would be able to run over for delivery. I know it's not imperative, but it would be cool for her to do our delivery. She's also on-call the weekend of the 4th and 5th...so maybe she could deliver us, if we're so lucky, on Nana's birthday. I think that would be cool. And then I wouldn't feel any need to get Nana a gift for her 60th birthday
In celebration of Nana's 60th birthday we are going up to Portland tomorrow for a surprise party for her. I suppose we should take our hopital bag, just in case! I know nothing will happen, but wouldn't it be just our luck that it did and we had to worry about not having any of our stuff with us. Of course the world wouldn't end, but I know I'll want my own things with me while I'm in labor. So the bag is coming.
I've been drinking Red Raspberry Leaf tea and taking Evening Primrose Oil caps for a little over a week now. Futile attempts to start labor, I'm sure, but I like doing something.
The surprise party was a lot of fun, and NO! we didn't need the labor bag "Still pregnant"...as everyone likes to say lately. My favorite part of the party was doing the Gender/Weight Pool. Eighteen family members and friends made gender and weight predictions...11 boys, 7 girls. Not quite 50/50 but I kept telling everyone that's what their odds were!
Today is Halloween and while I think it would be super cool to have a Halloween baby, it's not happening. I've had a bunch of BH today, but that could be any day, so nothing new in that department. I do have to note that Scott said last night, "I think we're going to have a baby by Sunday." If he's right...I have it on record.
Carrin flies in from Indiana tomorrow morning. I am so stoked for that. She WILL be here for the birth. YAY! She plans on hanging out in Portland for a few days then coming down Friday. Speaking of Friday...That was supposed to be my last day of work but Andy told me yesterday that Thursday will be my last day, but he'll pay me for Friday So how awesome is it that I only have to drive to work 2 more times? SWEET!
I suppose my birth story may have its beginning on Friday November 3. I had my 39 week appointment in the afternoon, and while there I asked my doctor to strip my membranes. She said okay, but warned me that I would have bleeding and contractions later that night that most likely wouldn’t lead to labor. Okay, I said…and she stripped my membranes and stretched me to a two. I went home Friday night anticipating some action…but there was none! But I figured as much.
Saturday the 4th was a pretty chill day. My sister and I dropped Scott off at a football game, then she and I went to lunch and ran some errands. I was having very irregular contractions all throughout the day, but I didn’t pay much attention to them. In fact, I thought maybe I was getting sick. Both my sister and her son, who were staying with us, had vomiting and diarrhea so I thought maybe my contrax were just stomach pains from a pending case of the icks.
Scott called me around three to pick him up from the game. The Beavers were winning, it was raining, and he was just standing around drinking beers. On my way there I was having mild contractions about 10-15 minutes apart…but still thought I was just having an upset stomach. These contractions continued for the rest of the day. Around 8:30pm I decided I should try to get some sleep in case things were to pick up. I still had serious doubts at this point. I wasn’t in real pain, and I figured I could be sick or thought maybe these were just the contractions that my doctor had warned me about…the ones that wouldn’t put me in to labor.
Once in bed I couldn’t get a wink of sleep. I was timing my pains and going to the bathroom every 15 minutes or so. I thought I would have diarrhea at any second, but I never did. I was peeing every time I got up, sometimes between every contraction. Scott came to bed around 10:30. He started timing the pains for me. At some point the pains were coming every 4-5 minutes and lasting 30-60 seconds long. Between the hour of 11 and midnight I began to experience true pain. I started to have difficulty breathing through the pain, and tried different positions to deal with it. I still didn’t think I was in labor and just pictured myself showing up at the hospital only to be sent home. I didn’t want to embarrass myself, since my doctor had “warned” me about what stripping my membranes would do. Alas, I decided I would rather go and be sent home than suffer through the night. My sister heard us get up, came to check on us, took one look at me leaning over the footboard swaying my hips and saying “Sh*t, sh*t” and said, “You’re in labor.” I still wasn’t convinced, but we grabbed our stuff and go in the car. It was 1:11am November 5th. The number 11 has strange significance in the Moff family, so when we noticed the time in the car, we looked at each other and didn’t have to say anything other than, “It’s one-eleven.” And then we knew we would be having a baby very soon.
It took us six minutes to get to the hospital. I didn’t have another contraction until 1:17. I again had the doubt that they would send me home. Not close enough, not long enough. We registered in the Emergency Room. I got a contraction and went to the lobby to lean over a chair and sway my hips. I was breathing and concentrating hard, but I heard my name. “Cathi?” I looked up. It was my doctor. She said, “I guess I better go back upstairs.” My doctor was on call, had been called in and was on her way home from a false labor. She did not seem thrilled to see me.
Once I got checked in and in a bed my doctor came in and checked me. “5 centimeters, good bloody show, looks like you’re having a baby today!” HOLY SH*T! It came as a complete surprise, and I was as scared as I have ever been in my life. I was scared of the pain, scared of becoming a mom, scared of everything about to unfold.
While the nurse prepped my IV for the GBS antibiotics and I worked through harder and harder contractions, I began to consider pain medication. It was only every few contractions where I could relax and breathe through the pain like I was supposed to, and the others were living hell. I couldn’t grab on to the bed rail tight enough, or push my feet against the end bar hard enough. I wanted to be in water, but it would take 30 minutes to fill above the jets and I just didn’t have that sort of time horizon. After the IV was in (2 tries…terrible wait, but some of my best contrax because I knew I had to relax) I asked the nurse to call the anesthesiologist. I think it took him about 45 minutes to get there and I did my thing through those contractions, hoping for any second to see the nice man walk in the room! Scott helped me through that wait and rubbed my back like the champ that he is, and helped me breathe. I worked through three contractions while getting the epidural, and did great. At that point, I wondered if I had made the right decision, because I was doing better. I had gained focus. But that could have been very short lived focus because I knew I wouldn’t need it for much longer. One thing I am disappointed about is that I didn’t ask to be checked before the epidural. I only got checked about an hour after, so at like 4am (guessing at this point…I lost all track of time) and was 8cm. I’ll never know if I was 8 before I got it and only had two more to go…but my guess—as well as the nurse and doctor’s—is that I was 8 and almost ready to go before I got it.
Luckily the epidural didn’t slow things down. I was checked again around 6am and was complete and at +1 station! The nurse had to wake the doctor and also get ready for a shift change, so just before 7am I met my new nurse. My labor nurse was wanting to stay to see if we were having a boy or a girl, but since I didn’t have the urge to push they were guessing it would be about 2 hours of pushing and she didn’t want to stick around for that. The new nurse considered letting me “labor down” (wait for the urge) but I declined and said I would try now. I felt so motivated! So the first nurse left, Scott and the new nurse walked me through one contraction and three pushes and there was the baby’s head! I could see it in the mirror! I was ordered not to push, the doctor was paged and about 35 minutes and 7 contractions later sweet little Macy Louise was born!
As we had asked, the doctor caught her, and Scott and I got to find out together, with our own eyes, that the sweet baby we had been waiting for all these months was our little girl! I completely lost all sense of my surroundings when she placed Macy on my tummy and I got to hold her, touch her and kiss her for the first time. It was, no doubt, the greatest surprise and best moment of my life and every tear that came from my eyes was a tear of sheer joy and true and utter bliss. I will never forget it.
And now for the gruesome details! On the second to last contraction the doctor told me I was going to tear. In fact, she could see that the muscle already tore underneath and the skin would tear with the next push. She said it would be small and she could either cut me or just let it tear. I chose to tear because I was too scared of a full on rectal rip from the episiotomy. The tear ended up not being too bad. I think I have about 4 stitches…BUT I tore towards the front too! At the time I didn’t know the difference, but now when I pee it burns like a mother. There are no other stitches up there or anything, I guess it will just heal on its own. So now when I pee I have to use that lovely bottle to wash away the urine right away so it doesn’t get on the tear as bad. And thank heaven and earth for Dermoplast spray! The doctor thinks had I not had the epidural I would have pushed so fast that I would have had, in her words, "a full blow out." Ouch.