Calm Before the Storm

A little more than a week out and I’m feeling unusually calm about bringing another baby home. Maybe it’s because I have successfully kept K from doom for 3 years and that makes number 2 seems like it will be a breeze. Or maybe it’s because I have no memory of the infant stage and don’t remember a damn thing. Shane asked if we needed to bring diapers to the hospital and I had no answer, “honestly I have no clue”, I told him ” I don’t think we did with Kaili.”

I also don’t have the fears I had last time. All those hours of bed rest pregnant with K  gave me plenty of time to come up with what-if scenarios, this time I just hope  baby A’s  lungs are developed enough to not see the NICU.

I still have a fear of losing Kaili. She called for me in the middle of the night last night. Shane got up and then all was quiet. I layed there awake wondering if her window was locked, worrying that some crazy person could climb in and take her from her room. Thinking about every person she came into contact with that day {<—craaaazy and I know it} Every creak I heard made me more and more paranoid so  I finally had to get up and take a peek at her. Irrational or not, it’s a fear I imagine will never go away.

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The baby swing has provided more entertainment then any of her toys ever have.

 

 

35 Week Bumpdate

The countdown is officially on, 13 days until we meet the little human. I had my last ultrasound yesterday. We learned that she weighs about 5 lbs. 5 oz, has cute chubby cheeks and a head of hair. The scan was also one last chance to see if my placenta decided to move, it hasn’t.

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The foot that will score many goals in the future.

The days are moving along slowly but I’m not feeling too bad. Sleep comes in waves as does the nausea.

In soccer news, the USMNT has made it out of the group round and into knockout round. No one thought they could do it with the teams they were faced with. I’ve been lucky <–not the best word) enough to watch every match of the WC and catch all the drama, bloody heads and preschool antics. If you aren’t watching, you are disappointing your country and you should feel really bad about yourself.

Kaili has been handling my bed rest pretty good. It’s hard on me knowing it’s hard on her. Besides school, she is basically housebound with me. Trips to the park and play time in the hot tub help, but I swear, Shane built her this great play house area and it’s like she is allergic to playing alone. I told her that giving her a sister is the best gift we could ever give her. She likes to hug the belly and say hi to baby A, it’s pretty darn cute. Yesterday she told me she wants to get back in my belly to “try it out”…that kid.

On top of everything, her preschool is closing at the end of July. I am now in search of a new school that I can get her into by August 1st. I have an idea of a school nearby, fingers crossed they pass all the checklist questions and it will be a good fit. Trying to find a new school via the couch isn’t the way I had planned it going, as so is life and my pregnancies.

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32 Week Bumpdate

Gosh, I feel so boring. I don’t have much to share  these days. I had another trip to triage on Monday, only because the Dr. told me to go, I probably would have put it off. I instantly regretted that decision as soon as I saw how crowded it was. Reminder, women seem to have the most issues on Mondays…check. After a long chat with the nurse while being monitored, I was sent home with my medication dosage moved up. Exactly what I thought would happen, it’s like I’m psychic .

The next day was my Dr. appt. and it was decided that I should have another FFN test done and a cervical length check, “just to be on the safe side”, which I have now heard multiple times. It’s a good thing I guess. You know what else I have heard 100,000,000 times? Okay maybe not that many times but any time someone in the medical field looks at my stomach, I always get asked where the vertical scar came from. Then I tell them the story and the responses range from “Oh ya, I remember hearing about that” to ” Oh wow, that must have been scary.”  When the ultrasound is done to check the cervix, I get the pleasant, “Oh, there is your placenta right there, good thing we didn’t do a manual cervical check.” Like they’re surprised to see that I still have the previa. . Oh you know what else the nurse asked me as she was doing the FFN test? “Is this your last baby?” “Hell ya” I said. She said she thought that was  probably a good idea. I couldn’t agree more.

Results came back and all looks good. What does that mean? Nothing. I am now on modified bed rest, basically sitting when I can. It seems these contractions aren’t doing much, but they could, so I learned nothing. Try to take it easy, go to triage if I don’t stop contracting, take the medication that doesn’t do shit. Check, check and checkity check.

I got my C-section packet to fill out before surgery. Just a little light reading before the big day.

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The triage nurse asked me if I had any religious issues with receiving blood since Previa patients sometimes require a blood transfusion, we can skip the gruesome details. I said no, but I should have said told her that I won’t except blood from racists or homophobes, wouldn’t want that shit to spread and all. I could throw a few more in there but I wouldn’t want to offend anyone.

That is how I spent my fun filled week, jealous are you? Some days are better than others, emotionally and physically but I am hanging in there.

 

 

31 Week Bumpdate

After my triage stint I had a few people tell me to “keep that bun cooking.” Clearly the only people who say this is are the ones who had an easy pregnancy or no pregnancy at all. Trust me, no one wants preterm labor, preterm meds or a baby in the NICU. So, I am doing my best to keep my bun cooking….sigh.

With that I have been on the Nifedipine for a week now and it doesn’t seem to be working as well anymore, can a medicine stop working? I imagine it can… I am starting to get contractions again when I am up and around. I have  no idea what happens if these meds stop working. Hopefully I can stay out of the triage until my next appointment on Tuesday.

I hate whining about pregnancy woes since there are so many women out there who would DIE to be in my flip flops. But lately  I get so frickin’ uncomfortable and it comes out of nowhere. Sometimes I feel great, forgetting that I am even pregnant to feeling like my ribs are going to spread and split out of my chest. Other times I feel like there is absolutely no more room in my belly for baby, zero. I don’t remember feeling like this with K and if I did it wasn’t this early.

I also didn’t feel  the side effects to Nifedipine like I do this time. Every.Single.Side.Effect hits me 15 minutes after I take a pill. Tiredness, dizziness,  hot feet, headaches. Blah blah blah. Ok i’m done.

Baby A has been moving around a ton so I haven’t had any problem getting my kick counts in, that helps relieve some stress especially when taking a new medicine. If you can believe it, because I can’t…I haven’t bought one single thing for this kid yet. She has most everything she needs, I think. Her nursery isn’t done, ahem, that will come later.

6 weeks to go.

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And Then…

When I got to Triage I explained to the front desk while I was there. They gave me a fashionable bracelet and told me to wait for someone to bring me back to a bed.

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The dreadful Triage. The nurse led me back to the bathroom to get a urine specimen and then took me to a room. Can I just say that I will never forget the smell of the soap at that hospital. All the hand washing you do before entering the NICU, the smell is haunting.

After explaining to the nurse what was going on and answering some questions I was strapped to a baby heart rate monitor and a contraction monitor and then she left. I was all alone starting at a curtain and listening to the screams and F bombs flying from the lady in labor next to me. Get me out of here.

The contractions were mild at first but then after an hour they started to become kind of painful. She came back and said that the on call Dr. wanted to give me a dose of contraction meds while I waited for my FFN test results.

As the hours passed and my phone battery started to die I started to stress out a little. I was so unprepared for this visit. I told myself that if and when I needed to go to Triage I would have a bag packed. Phone charger, slippers, a snack…you catch my drift. All I wanted was for the nurse to come back and tell me the test results were negative and that I could go home.

When she came back in she told me that the Dr. wanted to give me a steroid shot to help mature the babies lungs…just in case. And since the contractions were still coming they were giving me an RX for more contraction meds. This is the same exact scenario I went through with K bear, exact. But the good news was my FFN test results were negative, so even though I was contracting they were onfident that I wasn’t going to be having a baby in the next two weeks.

5 hours later I was discharged and told to come back if the contractions keep up or get more painful. I was SO thankful to be going home intstead of into hospital room. I got home just in time to hug and kiss my baby and read her some bedtime stories.

The night was rough, I was really uncomfortable feeling like a I had one long contraction all night, I slept only a wink. Luckily I started to feel them go away with each hour that passed. With a plus there seems to always be a negative, the sides effects of the meds started to bother me and I wasn’t feeling so good.  I had to go back to Triage in the evening for another dose of steroids and another hour on the monitors. The contraction medicine they gave me is working, I only had one in an hour but it is lowering my blood pressure. It didn’t jive well with me when I was pregnant with Kaili either. But the doc said it’s much  more important that I stop contracting so I am to continue on these meds. It will be a day at a time type of situation carefully watching to make sure my blood pressure doesn’t get too low.

Today is 30 weeks, only 7 weeks until baby day.

 

 

Well that Escalated Quickly

Yesterday was my Dr. appointment. I was looking forward to scheduling our due date and telling her about these BH contractions I have been having. I left the house thinking I would be back in an hour, well that is what I told K and my mom, but I never came back. Ok, ok I came back but not until 6 hours later.

I was having  consistent contractions at the office and when I told my doc, she wanted to take all precautions to make sure these contractions weren’t “doing anything” i.e. changing my cervix. Thing is I can’t have a normal cervical check with placenta previa, so she had a few other options and she wanted to do them all.

First she gave me a FFN test. FFN is a“glue-like” protein that bonds your developing baby to your uterus.” Your body will secrete some of this FFN when your body is getting ready to deliver baby. It’s done almost in the same fashion as a pap-smear and they use a cotton swab to test your lady bits. Let me just say that having a speculum in during pregnancy is NOT fun.

Secondly she wanted to do a trans-vaginal ultrasound to check the length of my cervix. It looked good and long, so that was reassuring. Then she moved up to an abdominal ultrasound to take a look at baby and she noticed I was contracting, I actually didn’t feel that one..

Last she wanted me to take my FFN test to Triage and have them run the test while I got put on the monitors to see how these contractions are looking.
But before all that fun could start, first things first. The due date. She surprised me when she said she wanted to deliver baby A at 37 weeks. I knew it would be early, I didn’t think that early. She said with my previa and the uterine scarring, this is when she thinks is best. She did say there is a small chance baby may need some help with breathing in the NICU after delivery but it’s a small enough chance that she is confident in this date.

We will be meeting baby A on July 10th.

After all things were set in motion, I went down the road to the hospital. Once I walked inside ALL THE MEMORIES came flooding back.

To be continued…

28 Week Bumpdate

For the past week I have been getting a really bad upper right quadrant pain after being active. I finally gave in and went to see my doc. We ruled out the gallbladder or my liver for the cause of pain so I guess it’s just a muscle.. Hopefully it will go away on it own or maybe it’s with me for the duration of this pregnancy. Either way it’s a big fat nuisance.

28 weeks marks the start of kick counts. I am supposed to set aside a couple hours a day to lay quietly and make sure I get 10 kicks out of baby in that hour, once in the morning and once at night. For the most part she is pretty active so I wont need to do this unless she is being sleepy.

Kaili likes to “see” the baby or talk to her at least once a day. She will scream, “hello baby”. Or when she elbows me in the belly, which is a daily occurrence, she will rub my belly and say ” sorry baby, i didn’t mean to hurt you.” She is going to be the best big sister.
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Speaking of big sister, where can I get one of those cute shirts so she can sport it at the hospital? I guess Google can help me out.
There are some last minute home projects we would like to get done before baby A gets here. Shane has been a rockstar getting his to-do list checked off. Me, I am all about sitting in the sun thinking about how nice it would be for someone to come in and paint my living room for me…hint hint. I guess I should probably get on it huh?

Besides the first trimester, this pregnancy has been easy, too easy. I can see why women keep having babies, being pregnant isn’t that bad if things go well. I really hope I didn’t just jinx myself…pregnancy gods, be nice. However that doesn’t mean I am not done being pregnant because I am. Just because a pregnancy isn’t hard, doesn’t mean it’s fun. All those women who say they loooove being pregnant are crazy or delusional. I know it’s taboo to complain about pregnancy when we struggled to get pregnant. All those women who can’t get pregnant, how dare I! I guess I feel like I get a free pass to complain since all I went through to get here,I can say what I want. Nausea, heartburn, aches and pains, allergies, exhaustion, sleepless nights, a constantly full bladder, bed rest, restrictions = no fun. And feeling a tiny human move inside you is the strangest thing ever, an amazing thing but it’s still strange.

I am eager for my next Dr. appt so we can get the due date on the calendar. I am ready to start the countdown. It would be nice for things end on a high note.

Here is baby A at 27 weeks 6 days.

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