Carter Aaron’s Birth Story

Posted by Lora | Carter,Pregnancy | Thursday 26 July 2012 4:38 pm

The end of my pregnancy with Carter was frustrating, to say the least.  I started getting my cervix checked at 35 weeks because I was having lots of contractions.  At 35 weeks, I was only 2 cm dilated.  At 36 weeks, I was “a definite 2, almost a 3”.  At 37 weeks, there was no change whatsoever.  At 38, 39, and 40 weeks, I was 4 cm with a very posterior cervix.  Knowing that I dilated early and A LOT before I went into labor with Ava and Kelvin, this was really discouraging news.

At 39 weeks, I had a non-stress test because Carter wasn’t moving around much.  He failed the non-stress test because his heart rate wasn’t rising the way it was supposed to when he moved.  So my doctor gave me a choice between inducing immediately or getting a biophysical profile sonogram done and inducing if he failed that.  I chose to get the BPP done and he passed that so we didn’t induce, but later I was definitely second-guessing this decision.

At 40 weeks, I saw a nurse practitioner instead of my doctor since he was out of the office all that week.  She said that doctors in this practice don’t like patients to go past 41 weeks, so I would definitely be having the baby the following week.  If my doctor was OK with me going slightly past 41 weeks, I’d be induced on Friday the 6th when he was on-call, and if not it would be on Tuesday the 3rd (I would turn 41 weeks on the 4th of July, so they probably wouldn’t induce that day).  I had an appointment scheduled with my doctor on Monday to discuss induction options.  I was OK with inducing because I’d been measuring a week ahead through the entire pregnancy, so I knew he would be big.

On Sunday, July 1st, I started having semi-regular contractions.  I called Chad while he was working and told him that it might be the day, but not to rush home from work because the contractions were still all over the place.  They would be regular for awhile and then fizzle out for awhile before starting again.  This continued all day, so I was trying to get tons of stuff done so I wouldn’t have to worry about it after the baby came.

I had been hoping that I wouldn’t have to go to the hospital at night because being in labor at night when I’m already tired is the worst.  But by bedtime, the contractions still weren’t very regular so I decided to go to bed and hope that I’d be woken up in the middle of the night by regular contractions.  As it turned out, I was able to sleep all night and was woken up around 7:15 by strong contractions.  I wanted to time them for awhile, but they were starting to hurt so much that I just woke Chad up and we started to get ready.  I was still timing them and while we were eating breakfast (which I would regret later), they were getting a minute closer together with each one!  They went from 7 something minutes, to 6 something, all the way down to 2 something minutes apart.  I was also in a ton of pain and it was really hard trying to hide it from the kids (I wasn’t successful at all).  That freaked Chad out, so we hurried up and got the rest of my hospital stuff ready and left.  I was able to text my mom to tell her that it was Baby Day, but I was in too much pain to post anything on Facebook.  I figured Chad could do it after we got to the hospital.

We got one of the farthest-from –the-hospital parking spots available, but I didn’t even care.  I told Chad to just take it because we needed to get in there…I didn’t want him to drive around forever looking for a better one.  Surprisingly, I was able to walk all the way up to The Birthplace on my own.  We got checked in at admissions and the lady who admitted me called over to triage to let them know we were on our way over and that I was “very uncomfortable.”  I got changed into a hospital gown and they checked me and I was only 5 cm.  That was discouraging…I was afraid I was in for hours and hours of this kind of pain.

They got me hooked up to the contraction monitors and I was able to lay on my side, which was more comfortable.  As soon as I rolled over, I informed them that I was going to throw up (that’s why I ended up regretting eating breakfast).  Luckily, it was just a little bit, but it was not pleasant dealing with stomach/vomiting cramps on top of contractions!  I’ve always eaten before going to the hospital before, but this time it was too close to transition, I think.

There was another mom in triage who was waiting for her IV, but they gave me “her” IV since she was only at 2 cm.  I also think I got “her” room, but she probably got “my” epidural!  I told them I was open to getting an epidural, but I was going to see if I could do it without one first.  I couldn’t understand why they immediately started getting the papers ready for me to sign and told the L&D nurse that I wanted an epidural when I hadn’t told them for sure that I wanted one.  I was prepared for hours of labor, but they must have known it wouldn’t be long at all!  As soon as I got my IV, they wheeled me down to the delivery room.  As we got into the room, I told Chad I wanted an epidural.  The OB on call came in to check me right away and I was already 8-9 cm and they wanted me to get ready to push!  Chad told me I got a horrified look on my face and said, “You mean I can’t have an epidural?!”

It seemed surreal that nurses started pouring into the room with delivery stuff at that point.  It was so weird to not have to sit and labor for hours.   Everyone (including the doctor) was running around setting everything up.  As a side note, I really liked the OB that was on call (the difference between her and the doctor that was on call for both Ava and Kelvin’s births was night and day) and next time if I can’t have my doctor, I hope it’s her on call again.  She didn’t make us feel like she was in a rush and we were interrupting her day (even though I know she had something else she was supposed to be doing because I heard her tell a nurse to call another doctor and tell him she was in a delivery and she would be there when she was done), she was there for the entire time I was pushing instead of just the last 5 minutes to catch the baby, and she read my birth plan and followed as much as she could.

As soon as everything was set up, they had me start pushing even though I wasn’t quite at 10 cm yet (the doctor said she could move my cervix out of the way so his head could get through).  The first time I pushed, it broke my water (one of the only things that ended up going according to my birth plan) and it had meconium in it.

I wish I could have waited to push until I felt like pushing.  It was so painful to be pushing through contractions when I didn’t have the urge to push.  I kept saying that I couldn’t do it, that they needed to just get the baby out, and that the baby must hate me.  LOL  It was really hard to keep pushing through the entire contraction and I would stop in the middle and Chad said every time I did that the baby’s head would go right back to where it had been before the contraction.  I felt like it was never going to end and I kept wishing someone could just tell me exactly how many more pushes I would have to do.

When I finally got the urge to push, it was completely different.  Everyone kept saying, “I don’t know what you’re doing different, but keep doing that!  The baby’s head moved a lot that time!”  I bet I wouldn’t have had to push for as long if I could have waited to start pushing until I had the urge to push.  I have no idea how many pushes it took after that, because everything kind of seemed like a blur.  I vaguely remember his head coming out, but I think my eyes were closed and I didn’t even want to look down.  After his head came out, I remember the doctor sounding a little freaked out and telling the nurse to help her and one of them saying, “Is he transverse?”  I was still in my own little pushing-world, but Chad said the problem was that his shoulders were so broad.  The doctor had to push one shoulder back in and put her finger under his other armpit to pull that shoulder out first so that they would come out one at a time.

Once he was out, the doctor really quickly cut his cord and I asked what was wrong with him.  I knew something was wrong because I’d asked that they wait to cut the cord until it stopped pulsing.  At that point, Chad said Carter threw his arms up and took a big breath, but before that he had been purple.  They told me nothing was wrong with him (anymore) but that they needed to take him over to the warmer to check him over.

Chad went over to the warmer with Carter while I delivered the placenta.  It totally freaked me out when the doctor told them to put Pitocin in the IV to get the placenta out quicker…I hate that stuff!  I’m not sure if they actually had to, though, because the placenta came out right after that and I never felt more contractions.  I was also really relieved to find out that I didn’t need to push more to get the placenta out….I couldn’t remember from the other kids, but the last thing I wanted to do was push more!

While he was under the warmer, they had to suction Carter’s stomach out because he had swallowed a bunch of fluid (including the meconium).  After they were done with that, they asked me if I wanted to hold him right away or if they could do his measurements.  According to my birth plan, I wanted to hold him ASAP, but I was feeling so “out of it” that I told them to go ahead and do his measurements.  When I had epidurals in the past, I felt fine as soon as the baby was out, but this time I was in a ton of pain and felt like I was in a pain-induced haze.  All I could think about was someone getting me some ibuprofen NOW.

Even in my haze, I remember them putting him on the scale.  Everyone kept saying he was big, but they were still shocked when they read the numbers….he was 10 pounds, 11 ounces!  I couldn’t believe I’d just had a baby that big!

I don’t have many specific recollections of holding him for the first time because I felt so “out of it”.  I do remember kissing his chubby little cheek, though.  His pudgy cheeks were so irresistible!  Chad and I got to hold him for awhile and I tried to nurse him, but he wasn’t very interested.  I got him to latch on for about 5 minutes and that was it.  A little while later, they moved us to a different room.  They asked if I could walk and I said I could, but as soon as we got to the hallway I changed my mind and they got me a wheelchair.  It was a long way to hobble!

Once we got settled in our new room, my grandma brought the kids to visit the baby.  Ava was instantly in love with him which was awesome because up until his birth, she was disgruntled because he wasn’t a girl.  Kelvin was interested in him for about 5 minutes and then he was more interested in eating my lunch.  The kids stayed for awhile and discovered that Carter loved being sung to.  He got his Vitamin K shot while they were there (which was against my birth plan, but it was something I was willing to give in on since it was just a vitamin….I wouldn’t have been willing to budge on the Hep B vaccine and luckily they didn’t even try to get me to).

Through the afternoon, Carter still wasn’t interested in nursing.  The nurses kept coming in to check his blood sugar because he was such a big baby and they were worried he wouldn’t be able to maintain it.  Even without eating, his blood sugar was fine.  I asked if I should be concerned that he wasn’t eating and they told me that he would probably be much more hungry the following day.

In the evening, I was holding him on my chest and he was making a funny grunting noise with each breath.  The nurses were going to take him down to the nursery to be weighed and while he was there, they noticed the grunting noise and decided to keep him there for awhile for monitoring.  After an hour, they called a NICU doctor and nurse to come look at him.  The nurse kept telling me I could walk down to the nursery and watch him through the window, but I was still hobbling so much that I didn’t think I’d be able to make it.  I finally got concerned enough that I went down and the NICU doctor came out to talk to me and tell me that they’d done a chest x-ray and some blood test and they were concerned he was getting pneumonia so they were going to admit him to the NICU for 5-7 days to get antibiotics through an IV.  In looking back, I don’t think he was getting pneumonia….I think he had inhaled some of the fluid with meconium in it and that’s what they saw on the x-ray and it’s what gave him an infection (after that first night, I never heard anything more about pneumonia….just an infection).

I started crying then and my nurse was awesome and took me in the nursery so I could hold him for a few minutes before they took him down to the NICU.  She took me back to my room and told me she’d come and get me as soon as they had him set up with his room and IV in the NICU.  I called Chad and let him know what was going on.  I don’t remember if I slept after that or if I was awake waiting for the nurse.  After she brought me down to the NICU, I sat with him all night, until about 6 am.  He was in a warmer, so I wasn’t able to hold him, but I was able to hold his hand and give him his pacifier back when he popped it out of his mouth.  I was also able to take his temperature and change his diaper before his feedings.  He had a slight fever, so they took him out of the warmer and put him in a crib right before I went back to my room to sleep.

I slept for less than 2 hours and then nurses started coming in to do my vitals.  My doctor came in to do his rounds and I started crying again as soon as he asked if I was OK.  He sat on the edge of my bed and squeezed my hand and told me Carter would be OK and that it seemed to him like it was more of a precaution that they were taking simply because a NICU was available here.  That made me feel a little better, but I was also really upset that it seemed like everything was going wrong (or at least not according to my birth plan).

Chad got to the hospital before he went to work and we went down to see Carter.  After he left, I called our minister and asked if he could come out and anoint Carter at some point.  He said he would come out that afternoon.  I spent most of the day either with Carter or trying to pump milk for him (I was getting very little because my milk still wasn’t in).  I had to pump because he still refused to nurse even though a lactation consultant tried to help me get him latched on.  I think it was because he was so sick though, because he was refusing bottles too and was getting his feedings through a feeding tube that went into his nose.

Immediately after our minister anointed him that afternoon, a nurse came in and said that the NICU was filled to capacity and that they were going to move the 6 most stable babies up to the ICU on the pediatrics floor.  If we were willing to move up there, he’d have an actual hospital room and there would be a place for me to spend the night with him (other than a chair).  We agreed, and they moved him right away.

The next few days were pretty much a blur.  I was released from the hospital the following day and I was dividing my time between Carter at the hospital and the other two kids at home.  Thankfully, my grandma was here to take care of the kids at home so I was able to spend more time with Carter than if she hadn’t been here.  I would get to the hospital around 8 or 9 pm and spend the night with him, go home at 7 am at shift change, sleep for a couple hours, spend some time with the kids, go back to the hospital, go home and eat dinner with the kids, put them to bed and then go back to the hospital.  It was awful because I felt guilty about the child/children I wasn’t with, no matter where I was.  I felt worse when I wasn’t with Carter though, because I didn’t know when he was awake or if he was fussing and the nurses only changed his diaper before his feedings and he almost always pooped while he was eating.  He ended up getting a diaper rash because I couldn’t always be there to change him after his feedings.  I actually had one nurse tell me I couldn’t change him after his feeding because he would burn too many calories.  Seriously?!  He wasn’t a premie and weight was not a concern….so I changed him anyway.

After a couple days in the NICU, he finally started nursing.  I was so happy because I had been worried that his rough start and all of the bottles he had taken would keep him from wanting to nurse.  For the first few days after he started nursing, he would still take a bottle to finish his feeding because he would refuse to nurse on the second side.  But before he went home, we had even overcome that and he didn’t need any formula anymore!

Finally, after having an IV in each hand, each foot and even his head, he got his last dose of antibiotics on Saturday and we were able to bring him home that afternoon.  After bringing him home, I definitely did not take having him there for granted.  I didn’t dread the nighttime feedings or juggling three kids.  It was just so awesome having the whole family under one roof!

Unfortunately, our complications weren’t over.  At 15 days postpartum, I went in to have a sonogram because I was having gushes of bleeding.  The sonogram showed irregularities (we don’t know if it was pieces of retained placenta, clots, or just places where the uterus had thickening), so I had to get a D&C the following day.  That was scary for me because I had to be put under.  Luckily a friend took the older two kids so that Chad and Carter could be at the hospital with me.  The procedure went fine and I was able to go home an hour after I woke up.

Most days I’m OK with how badly everything went, but some days I’m not.  Part of me has come to terms with it and is OK leaving it in the past and saying, “All’s well that ends well.”  But part of me wishes I could go back and do it all over again differently.  I wish I could get induced when my doctor wanted me to at 39 weeks to avoid the meconium and NICU stay and broken-down placenta.  But I also know that there could have been other complications and that I would have wished I had waited because I wanted so badly to go into labor naturally.  I always would have wondered if I would have gone late, and what his birthday would have been, and what time of day I would have gone into labor, and how fast the labor would have been.  With both of the other kids, I remember wishing I could go back and relive the time around their births because it was so special.  The only reason I wish that this time is so that I could do it differently and get a better outcome.  I would never want to go through that week the way it was ever again.

But when I look at that little guy, I know that all of it was worth it.

Carter Aaron Is Here!

Posted by Lora | Carter,Pregnancy | Tuesday 10 July 2012 5:57 pm

Carter Aaron arrived on July 2, 2012 at 9:41 am.  He weighed 10 pounds, 11 ounces and was 22 inches long.  I told everyone he was going to be an enormous baby, but I think he surprised everyone with just how big he is!! The thing is, though, I don’t know where all his weight is because he still fits really well in newborn diapers and newborn clothes (he even has some growing room in some of them).

I will post the full birth story once I get it done, but here it is in a nutshell.  I had irregular contractions all day on Sunday and was really hoping I wouldn’t go into labor at night (going into labor while I’m tired sounded like about as much fun as having a severe Psoriasis Scalp LOL).  Luckily, I didn’t but I woke up to painful contractions on Monday morning and we pretty much went straight to hospital as soon as I ate some breakfast.  We got there around 8:30 and they put me ahead of the other moms in triage to get my IV and get my delivery room since I was having such strong contractions.  I was only at 5 cm when they checked me in triage.  They rolled me down to the delivery room and I was 9 cm.  I flipped out because I wouldn’t be able to get an epidural.  The doctor came in right away and they set up for delivery and they started having me push.  It took about 30 minutes of pushing to get his head out and then the doctor had to push one shoulder back in while pulling the other out because his shoulders were too big to come out at the same time.  He came out with a purple face, so they didn’t let me hold him right away and the doctor cut the cord immediately.  He started breathing and turned a normal color pretty quickly, though.

We got to spend that first day with him in my hospital room, but then he had to spend the next 5 days of his life in the NICU because of an infection.  I knew something was wrong the first day because he wasn’t at all interested in eating (I got him to nurse one time for about 5 minutes) and that night they did some tests and took him to the NICU.  Those 5 days were awful, but I’m so thankful that he’s home and healthy now.  And he’s even great at nursing, which was a concern for me since he had so many bottles in the NICU.


40-Week Pregnancy Update

Posted by Lora | Pregnancy | Friday 29 June 2012 4:11 pm

Well, I have to say that I did not expect to be posting a 40-week update….especially when I’m 40 weeks, 2 days!

Apparently, my body has forgotten what it’s supposed to do here.  I have been at the same point (4 cm, cervix VERY posterior) for 3 weeks now.  I had to see a nurse practitioner instead of my doctor yesterday and my cervix was so posterior, she couldn’t even measure it (and as a side note….OW!).

She said that the doctors don’t want patients going past 41 weeks at this practice.  I really wanted to avoid induction and I’m so lucky that I have a doctor who is supportive of me trying to do things as naturally as possible as long as there isn’t a medical reason not to.  But I’m OK with being induced at this point.  I am not progressing at all on my own, I’m already measuring 41 weeks (which means I’ll be measuring 42 by the time they induce) and I’m 100% certain about the dates…if I was wrong at all, it would have meant having him earlier, not later.  My biggest concern is his size…and I cannot risk a c-section in the land of no VBAC’s.

So I have an appointment with my doctor on Monday and we’ll figure out what we’re going to do.  If he doesn’t want me to go over 41 weeks, I’ll probably be induced on Tuesday.  If he’s OK with me going a few days over 41 weeks, I’ll be induced on Friday when he’s on call.  I’m still really hopeful that I’ll go into labor on my own, because I think the element of surprise is the only fun part of going into labor.  LOL  But I’ve pretty much accepted that I’ll be induced.

So that’s that.  I’ll end this post with a video I got of the baby moving around a couple of weeks ago.  Ignore the rash on my stomach…I’m not sure what that was, but it’s gotten way worse since then and I’m pretty sure it’s heat rash now.  It itches/hurts sooooooo much!

38-Week Pregnancy Update

Posted by Lora | Pregnancy | Wednesday 20 June 2012 4:56 am

Even though I will be 39 weeks in just a few minutes (it’s almost midnight!), I didn’t post a 38-week update and I don’t have my 39-week appointment until Thursday, so I’m just going with “38-week update”.  And if that wasn’t a run-on sentence, then I don’t know what is.

Anyway, I finally had some progress and I was at almost 4 cm last week.  Hopefully I’m more than that now, but I’m trying not to get my hopes up.

My grandma got here on Monday afternoon, so everything is ready except the baby!  That’s what I thought until tonight, anyway.  I had pretty much everything crossed off my lists, but then I started thinking of new things, like updating our birth announcement mailing list, filling out the MOMS Club annual report, looking into getting a wilson cell booster to be able to reach Chad wherever he is when I go into labor, etc.  Then I started realizing that some things that were “done” last week aren’t so “done” anymore….things like posting invoices and making deposits and paying bills.

So at least I’m not sitting here twiddling my thumbs and waiting for the baby to get here.  But at the same time, I was kind of enjoying the feeling of knowing that nearly everything was done and we were ready for Baby to come!  Now I’m feeling slightly overwhelmed all over again!


Freezer Cooking For Baby #3

Posted by Lora | Cooking,Pregnancy | Tuesday 12 June 2012 8:23 pm

I spent nearly the entire month of May freezer cooking to be prepared for Baby #3′s arrival.  He’s due at the end of June and I knew that even when I only had one and two kids, meal prep was the hardest thing for me to fit back into my routine.  So I wanted to be more prepared this time….I have a chest freezer and it’s filled to the gills!

It took an entire month mainly because I just doubled or tripled what we were already eating.  It’s too hard to find big chunks of time to cook when I have two busy preschoolers who need me.  Plus, we were trying to take advantage of the nice spring weather….even if we had swing sets richmond va , I wouldn’t want them outside playing by themselves.

So here’s what I made:

3 gallon bags of waffles
7 meals of cinnamon rolls
4 meals of baked oatmeal
1 gallon bag of pancakes
20 meals of muffins (zucchini, banana, pumpkin and blueberry)
3 gallon bags of pizza pockets
2 gallon bags of turkey and cheese pockets
2 gallon bags of brown bag burritos
4 meals of corn dog muffins
12 dozen chocolate chip cookies (unbaked)
3 lasagnas
3 baked sausage stews
3 chili’s
3 white chili’s
3 enchilada lasagna’s
5 Italian Shells meals
4 baked ziti’s
1 wild rice soup
3 cowboy pies
9 meals of cornbread
12 meals of garlic breadsticks
13 meals of dinner rolls

So basically, I have 28 casseroles (with a type of bread to accompany each meal), probably about 13 meals of pockets, burritos and corn dogs, and probably about 43 breakfasts.  Plus the 12 dozen cookies.  I think we’re set….now I just need this baby to get here so I can start eating all of this!

37-Week Pregnancy Update

Posted by Lora | Pregnancy | Sunday 10 June 2012 9:26 pm

I don’t have a new belly picture to put with this post because….well, because I haven’t taken a new picture yet.  I’ll probably do that tonight.

I have been so uncomfortable the last week.  I feel like my pelvis is going to split into a million pieces, especially when I stand up.  I definitely was not this uncomfortable with the other two because I remember taking lots of long walks to try to get labor moving.  There’s no way I could do that this time!  Just walking a little bit to the dog park today was painful.

I had another doctor appointment on Friday and still no progress.  In addition, my cervix is still posterior, so I’m guessing Little Man isn’t planning on coming out anytime soon.  This is good news because it means my grandma will more than likely be able to be here to take care of Ava and Kelvin while I’m in the hospital, but I am hoping he’ll get things moving and come shortly after she gets here.  He’s a big baby, so the sooner he comes out, the better!

We weren’t sure if we were going to go to the Aire-Master conference in St. Louis this week because it all depended on the baby.  But we’ve decided not to go.  Even though it doesn’t look like he’s planning on coming out soon, Chad doesn’t want to be behind on his work when the baby comes because he’ll need to take some time off for that (obviously).

So that’s the latest.  I need to go make dinner now.  I’m thinking that when I go grocery shopping this week, I’m going to be focusing on “easy” meals (to avoid taking advantage of the Restaurant System too many times!).  I’m burned out from all my freezer cooking and it’s a toss-up as to whether I’ll feel good or crummy around dinner time.  Plus, this week I’m going to be doing fun things with the kids for the last time before we become a family of 5….now that the “work” to-do lists are pretty much knocked out (still have a few things, but nothing overwhelming), we’re working on our fun to-do list!  And I don’t want to be rushing home to make dinner!

Week 36 Pregnancy Update

Posted by Lora | Pregnancy | Friday 1 June 2012 7:46 pm

Today is the first day of my due date month!  I’m not due till the end of June, but still….I can now say that I’m due THIS month!

I thought I would be all excited today because of that, but I’m kind of grumpy.  I had my 36-week doctor appointment today and I haven’t made nearly as much progress as I had hoped.  Last week, I was 2 cm and this week, I’m “a definite 2, close to a 3″.  I was a definite 2 last week!!

If this were my first baby, I’d probably be completely fine with that news.  After all, I still have 3.5 weeks to go until my due date.  But knowing how my body handles the last few weeks of pregnancy, it was really discouraging to hear that.  With both of the other two kids I was 3-4 cm at this same point.  And with Kelvin, I continued dilating up to 5.5 before I finally had him at 40 weeks.  So knowing that and knowing that I barely progressed and am still at a 2 right now, I’m convinced this baby is going to be late.

It was even more discouraging to hear this news after my doctor told me that this baby seemed bigger than the other two had and that I’m still measuring a week ahead.  So not only will he probably be late, he’ll be probably be really big.  Ouch!

Aside from the discouraging doctor appointment today, the pregnancy is still going really well.  I’m uncomfortable, which is to be expected.  But I have a lot of energy, which is helping me cross lots of things off my to-do list.  I’m kind of looking forward to having everything crossed off and just being able to focus on knitting or “fun” projects until the baby comes, but I’m also worried about how crazy I’ll go then!  Maybe I’ll have to start planning who to send online holiday cards to, just to get ahead and keep myself busy!

I know I need to just chill out and enjoy these last few weeks because I’m always one to miss being pregnant once I’m not anymore.  Besides, this is also my last few weeks of just having two kids, so I need to make the most of it!

34-Week Pregnancy Update

Posted by Lora | Pregnancy | Wednesday 16 May 2012 3:29 am

Can you believe I’ll be 34 weeks pregnant tomorrow?!  I can’t!  That means I have THREE weeks until I’m full-term….though it’s much more likely that I’ll still be waiting 6 weeks or more.  My hope is just that he’ll be here for the 4th of July, because I have a 4th of July outfit for him already!

Thankfully, the horrible pain around my belly button has significantly decreased and almost gone away completely.  Sometimes if I bend or twist a certain way, I’ll still feel it but it is MUCH better.  I was terrified of having to deal with that pain during labor, so I’m so glad it’s almost gone now.

I’m up to my eyeballs in baby preparations.  I still have A LOT to do, but I’m trying to focus on the stuff that has to be done and leaving the sewing and craft projects for later.  If they don’t get done, they don’t get done, but I definitely need to have the clothes and diapers clean and put away, the the car seat cover clean, and the freezer full of food (among other things….the to-do list is LONG!).

And here are the most recent belly pictures!

I’ve probably said this before, but it’s crazy to look back and pictures from a few weeks ago and think, “Oh, I was so tiny then!” because I know at the time I thought I was humungous!  I’m scared of how huge I’ll be when I look back and think I was tiny at this point!

31-Week Pregnancy Update

Posted by Lora | Pregnancy,Uncategorized | Wednesday 25 April 2012 3:44 am

Only 6 more weeks until this little guy is full-term (9 before his due date)!  For awhile, I was worried I wouldn’t have 6+ more weeks before he made his appearance.  I’ve been having a lot of contractions (sometimes I would have them about 10 minutes apart for several hours before they would taper off) accompanied by pressure.  I was almost 100% sure I was dilated at least a few centimeters, so I begged to be checked at my appointment this week.  The midwife I was seeing because my doctor was out of town didn’t seem to want to check me, but I insisted and I’m really glad I did.  I’m not dilated at all, so it takes a huge weight off my mind.  I feel like I don’t have to pay as much attention to the contractions and I don’t have to freak out and start watching the clock every time I have one.  I also had a test done to check for a hormone that is released before labor and the test was negative, which means I have at least 2 more weeks (hopefully lots more) before I go into labor.

I also have more reason to think this little boy is going to be big.  At my 28 week appointment, my fundal height was 29 cm (1 cm big).  At my 30-week appointment, it measured 32 cm.  Yikes!  My one consolation is that I was actually 30.5 weeks at that appointment….so really it was only 1.5 cm big.  Still.  Yikes!

Aside from that, I am just really uncomfortable!  This little guy is way up in ribs (I think it’s his head and feet…I think he might be breech right now) which makes sitting really uncomfortable!  Too bad laser treatment for back pain won’t help with this….my back hurts more often than not.  I’m also still getting muscle knots around my belly button some days, but luckily it isn’t as bad and it isn’t every day the way it was before.  It will all be worth it in the end, though!

P.S. I do have more recent belly pictures.  But I haven’t had time to edit and upload them yet.  Maybe around week 34 or so?  I’m always so behind, it’s pathetic.  At least I have them though….that’s what counts right?

Pregnancy Update

Posted by Lora | Pregnancy | Tuesday 17 April 2012 12:06 am

I don’t have any new belly pictures to share right now…well, actually that’s a lie.  I do, but they aren’t uploaded yet and you know me and uploading pictures.  It happens maybe once or twice a month.  But I thought I’d do a quick update post.

At my last appointment (28 weeks), my fundal height was measuring 29 weeks.  Not a cause for concern, obviously, since it was only slightly big, but still…it makes me wonder if we’re in for a big baby.  I hope not!

I’ve been having tons of contractions and pressure too.  Some days, I’m a few contractions away from heading to Labor & Delivery, but then they slow down again so I don’t.  I am going to ask to be checked at my next appointment (a week from today) to make sure these contractions aren’t causing any dilation.  I wouldn’t be so concerned if I wasn’t having pressure with some of them, but I have been.  Hopefully Baby is planning on continuing to bake well into June, because I am nowhere near ready for him to make his appearance!  I guess in one way I am, because this pregnancy feels like it’s taken forever.  But in every other way, I’m not!  I haven’t gotten any of the baby gear from my mom yet, I haven’t washed and sorted the cloth diapers, I haven’t gotten out and washed the sleepers, I haven’t finished knitting the shorties/longies/hats I wanted to have done, I haven’t made all the meals I wanted to make for the freezer, and the list goes on and on.

One thing I’ve had this pregnancy that I’ve never experienced with the other two is muscle knots around my belly button.  At first, I thought I was getting a hernia because I had constant burning pain in a 6-inch radius around my belly button.  But then I realized I could feel muscle knots around my belly button that were causing the pain.  I’ve had them for about a week now and they’re soooooo painful!  No one can touch my belly, and if I happen to bump it accidentally, it hurts like crazy.

We’re going up to Wisconsin next week and I’m a little scared of how miserable I’ll be with my allergies.  According to allergy information , allergy season is in full swing up there and I won’t be able to take my trusty Claritin.  Luckily, I was able to get some Similasan for free with coupons and sales, so I’m hoping that will be effective.  It’s homeopathic and all natural and says you can use it on infants and toddlers, so I’m pretty much certain it should be fine for me to use while pregnant.  Fingers crossed that it helps!

Okay, that’s enough complaining.  I really am excited and grateful to be pregnant again…but sometimes I need to whine about how UNCOMFORTABLE I am all the time!

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