Monday, November 28, 2016
So 4 weeks in. August has grown out of most of his newborn clothes, tear! Little baby growing up. He's also been fussier. Hmpf. And he's into his cloth diapers, which so far has been ok until my friends today said I shouldn't use microfiber inserts because they are too drying and will give him a rash. Boo, already bought 15 of them! Anyway, we had a very nice Thanksgiving at Doug's parents and my parents came too so we could do all the family stuff at once. Last night my parents came over and babysat August so we could go to the movies. We saw Hacksaw Ridge and it was gory but a good movie. Some pictures from our week:
Monday, November 21, 2016
August is actually doing pretty good, and I'm feeling mostly better. At night he's sleeping about 3 hours at a time before he gets hungry, so I should be thankful. I think the sleep interruptions are starting to get to me though, by the morning I just feel exhausted and I always want to keep sleeping! This morning has been frustrating. Peed on when I opened his diaper. Fed him and then he spit up all over everything. Tried to pump for the first time and could only get one drop out and it was painful/uncomfortable. And the fabric shower liner leaks all the time. Rrrr! I don't know what to do about the pump thing. You're supposed to introduce a bottle between 3-4 weeks so baby doesn't reject it later, but I can't get any milk out! Breastfeeding so far hasn't been painful, there is a initial discomfort as he takes his first latch, but then nothing. But the pump was bothering me with every pump. I don't know. Anyway, it is a sunny day outside, maybe we should just go for a walk. Some pictures from our last week: bath time with daddy cat-wearing cool guy nap time with mom hanging out while mom did schoolwork We have been adjusting well overall. I made it out to Bible study last week. We went to a friend's baby's first birthday party, we've been back to church. A lot to be thankful for really, I just need God to help me with my patience! P.S. Super easy chicken noodle soup recipe, Doug said "the best chicken noodle ever!"
Monday, November 14, 2016
So this week I learned if one of the velcro tabs rips off your baby's diaper, just get a new diaper and do not attempt to use duct tape to close the diaper... I feel kinda bad like my blog is all baby stuff now. However, this blog was always just written for me as some sort of journal and writing outlet, I never promised any certain specific themes!! And right now, my everyday life pretty much is, whelp I just had this baby. Not much else going on. So back to baby stuff. My little boy has a belly button now. I successfully gave him his first bath by myself, he didn't seem to mind being bobbled around, slippery little devil! Speaking of bellies. Today I noticed 2 patches of stretch marks on my belly. Not fair, if they didn't appear while my stomach was stretching to hold an almost 9lb baby it doesn't seem fair to show up now as it's almost back to normal! Boo. Oh well. Good news is I am starting to feel like my tears are healing up a little. It's still swollen, but no more tears of pain since last week. Thank God! So I tried to exercise this morning, apparently that "wait 6 weeks" isn't just a suggestion, every squat felt like a stitch was about to bust open. So I gave up. It's hard though, I'm an exercise almost every day person so feeling sluggish. I must be getting some exercise just carrying and moving him around, my back is pretty sore from something. In other news, I've made this delicious banana bread recipe at least 6 loaves now. We love it. I just use regular sugar, whole wheat flour (Meijer didn't even have spelt?!) and always add the chocolate chips, and walnuts to the top of my half of the loaf. It is sooo good. Make it! Otherwise not much going on. I'm finishing up my semester of class and trying to get motivated to do my section of a paper on health insurance, yeah, exciting stuff. Doug has been home but is starting to transition to going back to work, he'll be back full time next week. Don't leave us! Even though I am a perfectly capable 35 year old woman I feel very intimidated being alone with this little guy. I don't know, it's hard getting his routine in with my old normal routine. haha his little grumpy face! Random gift received from our neighbor, a super soft nice personalized blanket chilling with my babies Daddy time Overall we are doing good and I am thankful.
Saturday, November 5, 2016
I'm so thankful that August is here! I can't believe it's been a week already. Time flies. I keep thinking about him growing up so fast, next thing I know he'll be going off to college, and I start tearing up! I love this little guy so much already. Disclaimer: The following birth story is mostly for me to process and journal this experience, so if you don't like gory details, don't read! In the end, I am super thankful for my healthy baby and that's what matters, but it was not pretty! We went in last Friday for the induction. Since I was positive for the Group B Strep (1/4 of the population is colonized, it doesn't really bother the carrier, but the baby can get infected so they give doses of penicillin to prevent transmission.) We got there at 7am, by 8am we had gotten another ultrasound to make sure he was still head down position and were taken to our room and hooked up to the baby heartbeat/my contractions monitor. The nurse started and IV and started the antibiotic. I had to get 2 doses before they could start the induction so we were left to ourselves and instructed to walk and try to get labor going. Um yeah, what did they think I'd been trying to do the last 3 weeks! I had tried all the things they recommend: sex, walking (I walked 5 miles the night before the induction), castor oil (do not do that! diarrhea and no labor!), evening primrose oil, red raspberry tea. So anyway, Doug and I walked the halls. Then they came in with a breast pump to try to get contractions going. Didn't really do anything either. Around 2pm the midwife came in to check me, I was 3cms dilated and 80% effaced and so bummed because that's what I had been a few days before at the doctor's office. So she said we either needed to try breaking the water or starting Pitocin. We did some googling and some talking and decided to start Pitocin. The doula came to the hospital and I guess I started having some contractions but nothing crazy at that point. She had been at another birth the night before so we told her to just go home for a bit, no point sitting and watching Fixer Upper with us at the hospital! Around 6pm I texted her again that nothing was really happening. Minutes after that I heard a loud POP and felt like a snapping from my abdomen. I stood up and fluid was gushing out. My water had broken naturally. After that the contractions starting hurting badly. I tried different things to get thru them, rocking on the exercise ball, leaning over the bed, hugging Doug, holding a hot pack to my abdomen or back, the only thing that felt somewhat ok was sitting on the toilet. Since with every contraction more amniotic fluid would come out anyway. But then I started feeling trapped in there because I'd go to stand up and go back to bed and another one would come. The next several hours were such a blur. The doula was there and she kept suggesting different positions, I would try them and nothing felt good. I tried to listen to the birth affirmations and do my hypnobreathing but it was so hard to expand my abdomen during the contraction just because my abdomen was rock hard. At some point the nurse came in and turned down the Pitocin because she said my contractions were too close together. Maybe around 7 or 8pm they checked me again. Now I was at 6cms. And I the thought of having 4 more cms to go was too much. I asked for some pain meds. The midwife offered an IV medication of something called Nubain. I felt bad because I hadn't done any research on any pain meds thinking I could go natural, but I needed something. The next hours blurred by. It was not pretty. There was yelling, groaning, unbelievably loud burping (now I am a burper, but I would never burp so loud in front of strangers like that!), I was hunched over the top of the bed on all 4s and with every contraction I would throw up a little, and at the end of each contraction I felt like my body would involuntarily contract and start to push. I tried not to because I know you're not supposed to push before you're at 10, but it was involuntary. Between contractions I would just lay my head near my throw up bucket and take a few breaths while Doug and Faye (the doula) rubbed my back. I was so thirsty but I just could not even open my mouth to ask for a drink. Around 11pm I was checked and was at a 9. I must've been checked again in a bit, but I don't remember, I just remember the midwife asking if I felt like pushing. I remember saying I don't know, and then the next thing I knew I was pushing. At some point they had me flip onto my back/side because I think his heart rate was dropping a bit. I was supposed to push 3 times with each contraction, which was hard because sometimes the contractions wouldn't last 3 pushes. And there was sweet Doug next to me reminding me we wanted to "breathe the baby down like in hypnobirthing". I tried that, but again, it was like my body just couldn't stop from pushing! I don't remember how many times I pushed, maybe less than 10 contractions? They kept saying they could see the head coming, they asked if I wanted to feel it (no) but I did want a mirror but was too out of it to ask. Oh well. Next thing I know I felt painful burning and then a little purple faced baby was plopped on my chest! And I just sat there looking at him in almost disbelief. Then the midwife was saying it had been 2.5 mins and time to cut the cord so Doug cut it and then they took him over to get checked out. He was born at 12:07am on Saturday, October 29th. My 42 week old baby! I had 4 tears during delivery. Mostly 1st degree and one 2nd degree. The midwife was down yonder and there was a OB/GYN med student assisting her so I heard them discussing everything. It was a bit troubling to hear them say things like "I think that piece came from over there..." as they stitched me up. Later she told me she never recommends episiotomies, but for me, it would have been better. I guess you just never know till it's too late. They stitched me up for over an hour while I looked over at my baby on the table. I felt bad because that first couple hours is supposed to be really important for bonding and skin-to-skin. But I couldn't hold him during them working on me and using my abdomen for their sterile field. So Doug took his shirt off and held him skin to skin. Finally they were done and I got to hold him again and they took us to our new mother/baby room. We stayed 2 nights in the hospital. August passed his hearing and heart tests, thank you God! And we had some visitors and tried to rest. The lactation consultants saw me at least 4 times and assisted with breastfeeding, which was so helpful. Doug's "it's a boy!" cigars So here we are at home and our little baby is a week old already. It's hard to describe how I feel. I think I have a touch of the baby blues. I cried a lot the first few days, feeling tired and overwhelmed, and also so so happy and blessed. I look at Doug and cry and just feel so thankful that he's my husband and my partner and the father of our son. Overall things are going pretty well. My main problem is that those tears are really super painful even still. It hurts to walk and hurts to sit. I went to the doctor to see if it was healing ok, she said that when they stitched me up one side was more swollen than the other so when they matched up the seams they tried to match it, but it is uneven and so there is this hard ridge of skin that is just super painful all the time. Sometimes I'll get a random stabbing pain and one day I cried three times because of it. I didn't even cry during labor! Another day Doug had ran into the store to get something and I stayed in the car with August and heard him start to cry. I went to open my door to go sit back with him and couldn't even move my legs to get out of the car it hurt so bad, so I just sat there crying half out of the car until he came back. I go again next week to get re-checked, but they really can't do anything about it it seems. If it wasn't for that, I feel I would be doing so much better. I really am thankful breastfeeding is off to a good start and I have a healthy baby. So one week later, I have lost 22 pounds, I'm not sure how that can be as my chest has practically doubled in size! Probably losing muscle mass as I can barely even walk some days. And I think its time for some happy stuff. Our little August Arthur. We chose his name pretty early on. I had originally liked "Gus", and August is the name of my great-great-grandfather who was a farmer and who came to the US from Germany. August's middle name Arthur is after my grandpa (both on my mom's side). My grandpa was also a farmer and such a kind loving man. He died in a house fire when I was in high school. They lived in Wisconsin so I didn't see them as much as our other family, but our time there was always good. I'll always remember the sound of my grandpa's voice as he prayed before meals "Father, we thank thee..." I pray our son becomes a man who loves the Lord as he did. His first Halloween This was actually Doug and my second year anniversary! this awesome fox hat my friend Megan made for him, maybe better wait a couple months! big sister September has been adjusting ok so far trying out the baby k'tan carrier getting some sunshine while daddy raked the yard I'm so thankful God chose me to be his mom, and to finally have my dream of being a mother come true. I hope and pray I can be the best mother that he needs! What a privilege and a challenge.
Friday, October 28, 2016
Well at 41.6 weeks this baby has earned his induction. So we are here at the hospital! Doug has been tracking our pregnancy all through the weeks: Here was us bright and early this morning So far I've just had one dose of the antibiotics, an ultrasound that showed he's still head down, and lots of monitoring. My trusty pressure point rubber. Alright, going for a walk. Could be a long day, but looking forward to meeting our little boy!
Saturday, October 22, 2016
Weight gained: 20lbs How I'm feeling: Kind of annoyed, I hate this suspense and the waiting just goes on and on! But still feeling good. Walked an hour on the treadmill yesterday, did weights today. It's a beautiful day today, Doug and I are planning on going up to my parents. I've been torn between feeling kinda stir crazy at home, but also not wanting to be too far from the hospital. But now it's like, screw it, who knows when/if anything is going to happen! Still feeling Braxton Hicks, but that's about it. I'm trying to remember my hypnobirthing stuff and 'trust my body' and trust my baby knows when it's time to be born. It is hard for a control-freak type of person though. It was interesting to see that a 40 week baby's brain is 2/3rds bigger than a 38 week baby, so I know this time is still valuable for him. Doug has been so awesome. Massaging my back and feet, helping me vacuum, errands and grocery runs. I asked him to pick up a brownie mix and look at this: what a guy! Midwife news: Yesterday's appointment we did another non-stress test, baby still doing good. The exam showed dilated 2+cm's and same 70% effaced. They are making me schedule the induction, so at the latest we'll meet him on the 26th or 27th. So this is my last weekly update! Doug and I have been trying all the old wives tales to get labor going, but obviously, nothing working yet. The craziest one is this 'nipple stimulation', they say to do that for 1-3 hours a day, excuse me?? Ain't nobody got time for that!?! And then they suggest to 'borrow' a friend's baby and let them 'nurse' to stimulate the oxytocin, yeah, I don't think I have any friends willing to do that either. Kind of funny. So we wait! Days till due date: -7
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Here was me on my due date. But since no baby, off I went to work. They actually had a nice little luncheon for me and gave me a couple nice things Weight gained: 20lbs Cravings: Another run was made for lemon icies! How I'm feeling: Pretty good, I stopped the inclines/declines on my treadmill workouts, I think that's what made my back hurt so bad that day. Feeling more "uncomfortable", but overall still pretty good. I do seem to be obsessive about dust and crumbs in the house now, Doug helped me a lot while I was working with a to-do list and vacuuming. Midwife news: So today I went for more tests. They did an ultrasound which showed baby is about 7.5lbs, and I have plenty amniotic fluid left. Then a non-stress test which showed some 'contractions' (Braxton Hicks?) and baby's heart was responding well, praise God. Then she did another exam. This one showed I am 1.5cm dilated, 70% effaced, soft cervix, and baby is LOA (good position, not back to my back). Yay. She said she would be surprised if I had to be induced because it looked like stuff is happening. So that's great! The ultrasound wasn't actually as cool as I thought it'd be, he's so big now so it was just looking at random parts here and there. And his head is down so no face shots. Apparently this is his hand (4 fingers there) and his little back awwwww Otherwise, we wait. And I go back to work tomorrow. Boo, but oh well, I've got to be getting near the end! I did get a massage yesterday where this lady rocked it out on my ankles with some reflexology. But it's all on baby's timetable. I was worried about him coming on his cousin's birthdays, one is today which I'm pretty sure is off the table, the other one Friday... we shall see! Can't do much about it. In 3 days they do all those same tests on me again, which seems a bit excessive, but I guess I'll have another peek at where things stand. Days till due date: -3