Posted Sunday, January 20, 2013 3:13 PM
Went in on Wed. for non-stress test. His responses looked great, but I
had low amniotic fluid. My doc ordered an induction. They admitted me
immediately and a couple hours later gave me cytotec (because it took me
a long time to decide I was ok with it). After four hours, they gave
me pitocin, which did not cause labor. At 10:30pm, they took me off it
so I could eat and sleep and planned to try again in the morning. Ryan
got a pizza for me, which I ate almost all of. I took a bath at 12:30,
after which I planned to go to sleep. I went into labor in the bathtub
-- my body took over! I was immediately having 45 second contractions 3
minutes apart. I called my doula, and she got there about 1:30am. The
rest of it is mostly a blur. I did not use any drugs (though there were
many points where I wanted them), and it was indescribably intense, but
I was happy that I could go to the bathroom/get in the jacuzzi/ sit on
the birthing ball/ basically get in whatever position I wanted. I COULD
NOT have done it without a doula. She was constantly giving me a
massage, and Ryan was always attending to me, too. Basically, I had two
people helping me through it at all times. I delivered Avin at 11:23
the next morning. I'm not at a place right now where I would tell you
that I could do it like that all over again. It was leaps and bounds
beyond the hardest thing I have ever done. When my doctor checked in
with me the next day, he told me that for the rest of my life, when I
face difficult challenges, I will always be able to look back to this
and know that I can do anything. That made me cry, and I'm crying now,
in fact. Anyway, that's my story. It started out rough but ended
Posted Sunday, January 13, 2013 10:43 AM
My parents, Nikki, and Andrew arrived on Sunday, December 30. Everyone was hoping that Margot would already be here. Little did they know, it would be several days before her arrival. Danni and Derek got here on Thursday, January 3, two days after your due date. We celebrated our family Christmas, but we all wished you were with us. Nikki and Andrew left Friday morning. The rest of us went bowling at Punch Bowl Social. At that point, I was starting to lose hope that you were ever going to get here, so I decided to distract myself as much as possible. I had also tried labor inducing acupuncture and massage, to no avail. Well, at 3:30am the next morning, I got up to go to the bathroom. I felt a very intense pressure, and I figured you were just dropping a little. I got back into bed and started feeling a mild contraction. Then, another one came about ten minutes later. They kept coming for an hour, so I texted my doula to let her know. I got in the bathtub and relaxed through my contractions for about 45 minutes or so. I asked Ryan to get up with me, because I didn't feel like being alone. I decided to get in the shower and then got dressed in green sweat pants and a striped t-shirt. My doula, Andrea, was on the way to our house. I had several more contractions upstairs in the kitchen, but I was able to get through the pain by leaning over the kitchen counter and rocking back and forth. Ryan called our doctor's office, and they said it sounded like I needed to head to the hospital. We called Andrea, and she headed to the hospital to meet us. The drive to the hospital was uncomfortable, but tolerable. I don't know that I uttered a word to Ryan the whole time. Funny, I kept thinking about how Gisele Bunchen recently reported a "pain free" childbirth. I thought, "If she can do it, so can I." Well, I was already realizing that my experience would not be "pain free," but I was dealing with it. The contractions didn't feel like the did when I was in labor with Avin. They were all in my lower abdomen. It was like I could actually feel myself dilating and effacing. I didn't have the intense pain all throughout my uterus that I remembered with Avin. I also didn't feel like my hips were going to crack and like my body was breaking in half with every contraction, like I felt in Avin's labor (sorry, Avin!). We met Andrea in the parking lot and walked up to labor and delivery. I had a few contractions while they were checking me in. Thankfully, Ryan did all the talking to the receptionist. They had me put on a robe, and I waited in the triage room for quite a while before a nurse came in. In the meantime, Andrea got me a cup of water and ice chips. Still, I was able to get through the contractions, which were coming pretty regularly, by standing, leaning, and rocking. Finally, I got in the bed, and the nurse hooked my up to the monitor. The contractions were coming every 4-5 minutes and were about a minute long. The bed was more uncomfortable than standing. The nurse asked me all kinds of questions that were hard to answer while I was having contractions! Then, she checked my dilation, and I was already 6 centimeters! I couldn't believe it. I threw my hands in the air and yelled, "yes!!" They got me to my actual room, which was the biggest room they had and also had a nice, big window. I opened the curtains when I got in there. I continued to have contractions and found a nice counter to lean over. Ryan and Andrea massaged my neck and hips during the contractions. A doc came in and asked me to get in the bed so she could check that you were head down with an ultrasound. She said, "You're not on an epidural, and you're the quietest person here." I was in pain, but not at a point yet where I was making noise, I guess. The contractions slowed down and didn't hurt as much while I was in the bed, but I felt like maybe I wasn't progressing as quickly, so I got back up. The nurse came back in and said, "She must have a really high pain tolerance." I told her that I was comparing it to my previous labor, which I feel, looking back, was really difficult. It's all in your perspective, if you want it to be. There were a couple times where, during a contraction, I found myself smiling because I knew things were moving along quickly; I knew that this wasn't going to be a 12 hour labor on top of 36 hours without sleep. Again, my perspective on things made all the difference. Well, that, and the fact that it just physically didn't hurt as much as before. During all this, Ryan put on some relaxation music, which helped a lot, and Andrea plugged in my lavendar aromatherapy, which was also really pleasant. Eventually, the nurse asked me to get back in the bed for fetal monitoring. Margot looked good. She checked my dilation, and I was at an 8-9. I could not believe it! She left. When she came back in the room, I was starting to make some noises from the pain. The nurse asked, "When did this start?" She called the doctor and started setting up for the birth. This is where things got really painful, so it's a bit of a haze, but the doctor came in and checked me. I was at a 10, and he said I could start pushing any time. I was not ready, so he left. I'm not sure why he couldn't wait in the room, but at the time, I didn't care that much. I started pushing and my water broke. I know, also, by this point, I was definitely making noise. I believe, "ow, ow, ow" were uttered more than a few times. Suddenly, I just started pushing involuntarily. The nurse had to call the doctor back in, and she asked me to stop pushing. The doctor, who was not even wearing scrubs, rushed back in. I think I was pushing for about 5-10 more minutes, and he was directing me to make "small" pushes because Margot was coming so quickly. Andrea had to blow on my face and make me focus on her to get me to stop pushing. It's a pretty big blur, but, suddenly, there was Margot. I looked down to see her sweet, chubby little legs. The doctor was holding her upside down, so I couldn't see her head. Fairly shortly thereafter, he set her on my chest, and I just couldn't believe she was already there with me. I also couldn't believe all her beautiful dark hair. And she had such a sweet little face and no conehead!
More story coming soon.
Posted Thursday, November 29, 2012 8:12 PM
I can't believe how long it's been since my last entry. I guess life got busy!
We had an ultrasound at 32 weeks, and it was really fun to see little Margot again. She looks exactly like Avin did through the profile. I can't wait to actually see her!
We finally got to decorate Margot's room a couple nights ago. Ryan assembled the crib while I shampooed the carpet. Then we hung pictures and moved in the furniture. I've been planning out the room for months and making things/picking things up that I think are cute. I absolutely love how it's turning out! I will probably move the rocking chair in there tomorrow and hang some mirrors I already had. My favorite piece turned out the be the vintage Little Miss Muffett picture and nursery rhyme that was cut from an old book. I put it in a white frame right above the crib.
We are off to Venessa and Jeremy's for dinner. I'll try to write more soon!
Posted Tuesday, October 16, 2012 2:03 PM
I mentioned awhile back that my glucose screening came out normal. Well, at my 28-week appointment last week, the doctor mentioned that my blood sugar was a little high. Not high enough to really worry or to necessitate the three-hour glucose test (which is how they, ultimately, diagnose gestational diabetes), but high enough that he actually said the following to me: "Do you think you could just stop eating sugar? It's not very hard to do." Well, honestly, increased sugar intake is my number one dietary vice since I've been pregnant. Oddly, I'm not normally a sugar person at all. Give me salty, fatty goodness all day long, but I had no problem passing on the dessert if I decided not to have it. Boy, that's changed. I'm sure that's why my blood sugar was high. The week before the test, I was awful. I made two visits to the bakery down the street and had cookies and dessert bars. I bought a cake for "company" one night and a pie for "company" another. Before I was pregnant, Ryan and I would never make or eat dessert when it was just us at home. In fact, I rarely ever thought about providing dessert for company before I was pregnant. I would make a giant meal, and, for dessert, Ryan would maybe break out a dark chocolate bar for company. So, when the doctor asked me if I liked sugar, I immediately answered, "not really." Then Ryan gave me "the look." "You sure do lately," he chimed in. And then I thought about it. I haven't gone one day without some sugar this entire pregnancy. And, now that I'm trying to mostly cut it out, I want it more. I have also been wanting fruit like crazy, so, maybe I can just stick with the fruit, cut out the refined sugar, and my body will get used to it. You hear that, body? Stop asking me for sugar!
Posted Monday, October 01, 2012 7:14 PM
Last week, I had a lot of nesting urges. I found myself down on my hands and knees at one point scrubbing the bathroom floor with a brush and baking soda (the floor looks great, by the way). My little energy surge didn't last long, though. This week, the thought of bending over is nauseating. Literally. Bending over sometimes makes me start gagging. Which sometimes leads to actual throwing up. I talked to my mom about it, and she said the nerve system that causes nausea is giant and sensitive, so my strange sensitivities aren't that weird. I remember several weeks ago, I had a tuft of hair that I couldn't get out of my face. And, the longer it tickled my cheek, the more irritated I got. And then I started getting nauseated. And then I thought, "If I don't get this hair out of my face, I think I'm going to puke." It made no sense to me that those things could be connected, so I felt completely silly and didn't say anything. But then it happened again the next day. My mom happened to be in the same room at the time, and I said, "This is going to sound crazy, but..." That's when she went on to tell me about the nerves and all that and that I wasn't imagining it. Pregnancy is a crazy, unexplainable journey. So different for everyone. So different for the same woman from one time to the next. So different from day to day.
I'm starting to recall that I had pretty bad rib pain (which I'd conveniently shunned from my memory) with Avin. That's getting bad again and waking me up all night long. Margot's also started kicking a lot during the night, which is the one thing that keeps me awake that I actually don't mind much. I always like feeling her move. I'm definitely starting to feel her moving up high in my rib cage. Once in awhile, I can feel her foot under there.
Anyway, I'm hoping to feel better soon. I'm going to rally and complete my to-do list!
Posted Tuesday, September 25, 2012 8:26 PM
Good news. My glucose screening came back normal as did my antibody test (had to have that because I'm rH negative -- this means my body did not create antibodies against non rH negative babies after Avin's pregnancy -- woohoo!). I've been getting more heartburn, rib pain, and hip pain. I went over to Pearl's on Sunday to play a dance video game. I didn't know how much dancing I'd be capable of, but I did my best. Halfway through song #2, Margot decided I was done. I got a crazy cramp in my left rib cage area and decided that was my body's way of telling me to slow down. I got up a little later and did one more slow-ish song.
I've been working on Avin's baby book. Right now, I'm making a list of words he can say. Man, that kid has quite a vocab already! Every time I think I'm finished, he comes out with another word. Today, he "reminded" me that he can say "weeeeeeeee!!" We took him to Book Babies and a class at My Gym -- a kids' gym in Arvada (which is where he reminded me of the "weeeeeeeeee!!" Even after all that, he was still a bundle of energy! Maybe Margot will be a little more laid back? I just can't believe how coordinated Avin is. He was climbing everything and having no trouble using any of the equipment at My Gym. He especially liked their ball pit, but he didn't love their planned activities. He got a little scared when they rolled him down a ramp, head over feet, but he smile ear to ear when he was done, so I guess it was fun, afterall. I ran to the rec center and put us in a lottery to start parent-child swimming lessons next week. Hoping we get in!
Posted Monday, September 17, 2012 7:41 PM
Got Betty's drain tube removed, went to the P.O., had my 25-week appointment, got my hair cut while Ryan got a physical, went back to the doctor for the first part of my glucose screening, took Avin to park while Ryan got his hair cut, met up with Ryan again and watched him eat frozen yogurt at 10 Flavors (you can't eat during your glucose test), went back to the doctor to have two vials of blood drawn, walked home. Some people say that a downside of living in a big city is that it takes so long to get everywhere. Well, no cars were involved in the above activities, and we crammed it all into three short hours. Love living in our neighborhood!
Posted Friday, September 14, 2012 2:45 PM
For a couple months now, Avin has loved giving kisses. He makes a smaking sound and comes right at you. He's showing increased interest in my belly these days, and I taught him that when I say, "Give the baby a kiss" to kiss and hug my belly. I realize he has absolutely no clue what's in there, but it's still cute! Oh, and so I remember, Avin had his first kiss with a girl on Saturday (hee hee!). He started making those cute smacking sounds and went right for Aurelia (while we were sitting at the Sunnyside Music Fest). It was the cutest!