Just 6 1/2 weeks left to go and this baby is upside-down! And by that I mean head up. Breech. I wasn't worried until the doctor was worried. I've looked up all sort of info on line on how to help your baby flip; I've even emailed my doula about it. I don't dare try ANYTHING yet though, no matter how non-invasive, because there's a huge chance that she could be completely tangled up in the cord, which wouldn't surprise me one bit since I know how much she used to flip around, and how feisty she is. So I must wait until the 6th of July when I'm scheduled for another ultra sound and check up. I desperately want a normal labor/delivery and a perfectly healthy baby this time, but about a month or two ago I had this feeling that I needed to look into epidurals (which I'm terrified of), and learn about how they work, how they're done, and how they could affect me, since I have a pretty awful case of scoliosis. As I did my homework and became more comfortable with the idea, I hoped it would just mean that I would finally be allowed to have a mostly pain free labor/delivery, and get to have the sort of labor/delivery I'd hoped for last time, but as I draw closer to the end of this adventure I'm beginning to realize that I probably had that prompting to learn about epidurals NOT because I might choose to get one, but because I'm probably going to NEED to get one.
When I was pregnant with Annibelle, I KNEW she'd have a heart problem (I was born with one too), and I KNEW she'd be a red-head. I'm grateful I had the good news to go with the bad. I just had no idea how bad her heart condition would be. I've learned that it's SO important to listen to, and follow these promptings; doing so could save a life.
I dread the idea of having to have a c-section, especially with an epidural/while awake. Mentally, I'm not sure I can handle the idea of what they'll be doing WHILE they're doing it! AAAGGGHHHHHH!!!! Plus, I know quite a few people whose epidurals didn't take completely and they felt the scalpel cutting them!!!! (NIGHTMARE!!!) But I know that it's better than being knocked out completely, for me and the baby, and would make it so I could have Peter, or someone in there with me, and I could see, hold and nurse my baby right away, assuming she's healthy. I hate to think of what they'd try to do to her without me awake and thinking clearly for hours! (Bottles... formula...pacifier...shots....). Nope. She's going to need her mommy.
On the bright side, IF I do end up having to schedule a c-section, I won't have to be in labor away from Annibelle for um-teen hours. I'll be able to plan around the time/date. I DON'T want to spend 4 days instead of 1 or 2 two in that TINY broom closet of a room, but if this could mean saving mine and my baby's life, then I guess I'll just have to make the most of it.
I'm still praying for her to flip, though.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
I haven't been on here in some time. I'd apologize, but there are so few who follow this blog, that I doubt you care much; this is mostly for me.
I've meant to get on here many times in the past few months, but I confess that so often lately my thoughts and feelings have been negative ones, and I figured it's probably best that I keep those to myself. I've been just as awful at writing in my journal.
I can hardly believe this pregnancy is almost through. I have 7 1/2 weeks to go until my due date, and am hoping this little girl might arrive a few days before that, as I don't physically handle the 3rd trimester very well, thanks mostly to my scoliosis. It causes problems from head to toe. Despite the added pain and problems from that, I feel I have been truly blessed this pregnancy. I have felt better this time around than I did last, with the exception of the restless legs every night, and worse heartburn. (First trimester was pretty rough too, but I was able to medicate away most of the problems near the end of that). I'm not nearly as big as I was with Annibelle and people have just recently begun asking me when I'm due, as opposed to last time when they would assume I was ready to deliver any moment, and I was still just in my second trimester. I've been able to take good care of my little Annibelle still and for that I am very grateful.
As for cravings, well... i had about a month where I craved ice cream; our freezer is still full from that episode. LOL I eat cold cereal most every day, which I almost never do when I'm not pregnant. I've made Peter take me out for Italian a few times, but other than that things have been pretty normal. I have not, however, enjoyed meat. I don't want to eat it, see it, or smell it. Occasionally I've been able to eat fish. I have REALLY enjoyed my fruit! Our refrigerator is almost always full of it.
I've been trying for many months now to help Annibelle understand that "there's a baby in my tummy". I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm crazy, but occasionally she'll try to lift my shirt and will say, "Tummy. Baby." We'll tell her the baby's name, (which you all will have to wait to find out), and explain that this is her baby sister. I want her to be somewhat familiar with the idea of this little person so she won't be freaked out when she finally meets her. Naturally I'm a little nervous about how she'll respond to the new baby, and how I will handle having both, night and day. I still nurse Annibelle to sleep at night and we will all be in the same room together, so I'm hoping they won't wake each other up. (fingers crossed!)
We recently put up a twin bed for Annibelle right next to ours. She loves her new bed, pillow, sheets and blanket. During the night, at some point, she always manages to wiggle off of her bed and onto mine to snuggle back to sleep beside me. I suppose that as long as I'm always between the two wee ones, everything should be okay.
The thing that most weighs on my mind right now is fear of labor/delivery. After what I suffered last time, I am a bit freaked out, and can honestly say that I would rather die than go through that again. It was that horrific. That said, I have done my research on epidurals and have decided that they are less terrifying than what I went through last time. Yes, I still plan on laboring at home for as long as I can before heading to the hospital, but once I get there, it all depends on the pain.
I've hired a doula again to assist me in labor... partly because I plan to labor at home for a while and will at least start off drug free, (unless for some reason I have to be induced), and partly because there's a big chance that Peter will be with Annibelle, as I don't dare leave her alone with someone she's unfamiliar with, and I don't want to have this baby all alone with some random nurse and an on-call doctor. All of these things add to my anxiety. And, of course, the final 'what if'... will this baby be healthy??? After what we've been through with Annibelle, and still have yet to go through with her, I am pleading with God to give us a perfectly healthy baby girl. That said, I do see the blessings in having Annibelle with her condition; I feel I know how to be a better mother to all of my future children/babies because I was forced to do things differently with Annibelle. I'm grateful know the benefits of being a co-sleeping family. I'm grateful to know the importance of nursing on demand, and nursing for comfort. The emotional benefits of each of these are both short term and long term. I'm grateful to know better than to let my baby just 'cry it out', and how harmful that can be both physically and emotionally, short term and long term. I'm grateful that all this and more made me want to do as much research as I could, and that it's made me want to continue my research as often as I've had time to. I've discovered that so much of what our nation does/accepts as 'the proper way to raise a baby/child' is mostly based on tradition, not research. (i.e. formula, cribs, allowing baby to cry to sleep, thinking baby should sleep all night like an adult, introducing solids as early as 4 months old....). I'm so grateful for all I've learned thus far and for all I continue to learn. If not for this unique intro to parenthood, I'd probably be making most of the same choices I've seen my sisters make with their wee ones, which aren't terrible, but when you know there's a better way, and that way is already familiar to you, it makes it so much easier to follow.
My heartfelt love and thanks to all the dear moms who have swapped stories with me, lifted me when I've been down, laughed with me when I felt I could cry, and who have encouraged and supported me in doing the things I know are best for me and my family; I know sometimes it's been tough. I especially thank you for your love and compassion, thoughts and prayers through the many tough times we've been through, and for the ones we are currently going through. Thank you for remembering us. Thank you for thinking of me.
I've meant to get on here many times in the past few months, but I confess that so often lately my thoughts and feelings have been negative ones, and I figured it's probably best that I keep those to myself. I've been just as awful at writing in my journal.
I can hardly believe this pregnancy is almost through. I have 7 1/2 weeks to go until my due date, and am hoping this little girl might arrive a few days before that, as I don't physically handle the 3rd trimester very well, thanks mostly to my scoliosis. It causes problems from head to toe. Despite the added pain and problems from that, I feel I have been truly blessed this pregnancy. I have felt better this time around than I did last, with the exception of the restless legs every night, and worse heartburn. (First trimester was pretty rough too, but I was able to medicate away most of the problems near the end of that). I'm not nearly as big as I was with Annibelle and people have just recently begun asking me when I'm due, as opposed to last time when they would assume I was ready to deliver any moment, and I was still just in my second trimester. I've been able to take good care of my little Annibelle still and for that I am very grateful.
As for cravings, well... i had about a month where I craved ice cream; our freezer is still full from that episode. LOL I eat cold cereal most every day, which I almost never do when I'm not pregnant. I've made Peter take me out for Italian a few times, but other than that things have been pretty normal. I have not, however, enjoyed meat. I don't want to eat it, see it, or smell it. Occasionally I've been able to eat fish. I have REALLY enjoyed my fruit! Our refrigerator is almost always full of it.
I've been trying for many months now to help Annibelle understand that "there's a baby in my tummy". I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm crazy, but occasionally she'll try to lift my shirt and will say, "Tummy. Baby." We'll tell her the baby's name, (which you all will have to wait to find out), and explain that this is her baby sister. I want her to be somewhat familiar with the idea of this little person so she won't be freaked out when she finally meets her. Naturally I'm a little nervous about how she'll respond to the new baby, and how I will handle having both, night and day. I still nurse Annibelle to sleep at night and we will all be in the same room together, so I'm hoping they won't wake each other up. (fingers crossed!)
We recently put up a twin bed for Annibelle right next to ours. She loves her new bed, pillow, sheets and blanket. During the night, at some point, she always manages to wiggle off of her bed and onto mine to snuggle back to sleep beside me. I suppose that as long as I'm always between the two wee ones, everything should be okay.
The thing that most weighs on my mind right now is fear of labor/delivery. After what I suffered last time, I am a bit freaked out, and can honestly say that I would rather die than go through that again. It was that horrific. That said, I have done my research on epidurals and have decided that they are less terrifying than what I went through last time. Yes, I still plan on laboring at home for as long as I can before heading to the hospital, but once I get there, it all depends on the pain.
I've hired a doula again to assist me in labor... partly because I plan to labor at home for a while and will at least start off drug free, (unless for some reason I have to be induced), and partly because there's a big chance that Peter will be with Annibelle, as I don't dare leave her alone with someone she's unfamiliar with, and I don't want to have this baby all alone with some random nurse and an on-call doctor. All of these things add to my anxiety. And, of course, the final 'what if'... will this baby be healthy??? After what we've been through with Annibelle, and still have yet to go through with her, I am pleading with God to give us a perfectly healthy baby girl. That said, I do see the blessings in having Annibelle with her condition; I feel I know how to be a better mother to all of my future children/babies because I was forced to do things differently with Annibelle. I'm grateful know the benefits of being a co-sleeping family. I'm grateful to know the importance of nursing on demand, and nursing for comfort. The emotional benefits of each of these are both short term and long term. I'm grateful to know better than to let my baby just 'cry it out', and how harmful that can be both physically and emotionally, short term and long term. I'm grateful that all this and more made me want to do as much research as I could, and that it's made me want to continue my research as often as I've had time to. I've discovered that so much of what our nation does/accepts as 'the proper way to raise a baby/child' is mostly based on tradition, not research. (i.e. formula, cribs, allowing baby to cry to sleep, thinking baby should sleep all night like an adult, introducing solids as early as 4 months old....). I'm so grateful for all I've learned thus far and for all I continue to learn. If not for this unique intro to parenthood, I'd probably be making most of the same choices I've seen my sisters make with their wee ones, which aren't terrible, but when you know there's a better way, and that way is already familiar to you, it makes it so much easier to follow.
My heartfelt love and thanks to all the dear moms who have swapped stories with me, lifted me when I've been down, laughed with me when I felt I could cry, and who have encouraged and supported me in doing the things I know are best for me and my family; I know sometimes it's been tough. I especially thank you for your love and compassion, thoughts and prayers through the many tough times we've been through, and for the ones we are currently going through. Thank you for remembering us. Thank you for thinking of me.