The Consult

On Wednesday afternoon Nate and I made our journey to Hudson to see the doctor known in my area as the 'VBAC King.' Let me tell you he was like no other OB I have ever met in my life, but I'm getting a little ahead of myself now aren't I. So on the way there I started to get nervous. I'm not quite sure about what. I've heard great things about this man for years, but I think being told I could never have a vaginal birth is something that holds a lot of fear over me. I knew though that I had to get another opinion and if it was in his opinion that it couldn't be done, then I would learn to accept that I was one of the 1%.

Upon arrival they tried to get us to pay an absurd amount of money because of our high copay. I reminded them that he wasn't even my doctor yet and this was a consult, but this was not the way I wanted it to start with Nate. He is already concerned about the ordeal and the extra money is on the top of his list. We made a list of questions in the waiting room and when my name was called I'm pretty sure my blood pressure when through the roof!

We all sat down and Dr. H explained to us that although he couldn't guarantee a VBAC, he has over an 80% success rate (unheard of!!) and has seen multiple women with my same story become a success. He told us that as long as baby and I were okay he had no issues of us going past 42 weeks and that he wants it to be as natural as possible. MUSIC TO MY EARS! I have never been so relieved to find a provider that is on the same page as me. I feel as if last time, I had to educate my practice as to what hypnobabies was and I had to fight to put off my c/s even though I knew baby and I were okay. I think that is the biggest misconception in ob care is that we take the first number on the list. We don't interview providers like we do pediatricians and such to find the one that best suits us.

After the meeting was over it was so great to hear the positivity in my husbands voice. He needed to hear that from a doctor. Now I just need to convince him it isn't that far! Dr. H did say he would still take me as a patient if I wanted to split my prenatal care with a provider closer to me, but as of yesterday it doesn't sound like my current OB practice is up for it. Oh well! One step closer in the right direction! Now to meet with our doula this week! EEEK! I'm so excited to meet her!

 

Oh and here I am on Wednesday 17.1

 

The Birth of Kennedy

I've known for a long time that I needed to put this in writing. After 18 months, you would think that it would be an easy thing to talk about, but still I found myself last night in tears when trying to tell the story of my birth. A story that should be filled with joy and excitement, so then why am I still upset about it? Anyways, last night, after many months of begging from a friend, I decided to go to an iCan meeting. Now I have heard HORROR stories of what these women are like. I did not want to "drink the kool-aid" so to speak. Last night they were celebrating cesarean awareness month so it was like a typical therapy group. We went around and told our stories. I was in shock of how many of these women reminded me of myself! I related to so many of them, and they weren't all tree hugging, home birthing hippies like I had imagined. When it got to be my turn I could barely do it, so here we go. I'm going to finally make this official and hope I remember as much as I can....

Monday October 3 (40 +4 weeks)

I went in for my 40 week appointment. I knew what was going to happen, so I made Nate come with me. The doctor said we needed to set a time for induction. I asked for the following Monday, but she said I would be risking the life of my baby, so we decided on Thursday evening. I cried. The good news that reassured me was that my favorite OB was the one who would be at the hospital on Friday. It seemed meant to be. After all of the "research" I had done, I believed that my baby was to come on their own time. To pick their own birthday, but unfortunately that wasn't going to be the case.

Wednesday October 5 (40 +6 weeks)

Tonight was the last night Nate and I were going to be home alone. We decided to go celebrate and got in the old '77 Ford and went on a date. We laughed as we went off roading a bit and he tried to go over bumps trying to get my water to break. I was more worried about peeing my pants, but we had a great time. I remember having this thought while we were driving about how it would never be just me and him again. It choked me up. I started to mourn the loss of our little family of two that could do whatever we wanted when we wanted. It's such a strange feeling now looking back!

We went for pizza and ice cream and then went to a friends I believe. I refused to sit down, hoping gravity would help a bit. I remember thinking things were a little damp below, but not thinking much of it. After we got home I went to lay on the couch and Nate went to bed. Around midnight I stood up and felt a gush. I went to the bathroom but I couldn't be sure. This happened a few times and I woke Nate up around 2 and told him I was pretty sure my water was broke. He asked me what I wanted to do and I said nothing, so I went to bed and hoped for labor to start up.

Thursday October 6th (41 weeks)

Well rise and shine and still no signs of labor. Around 10am I decided I better call the OB. They wanted me to come in right away to be checked if it was a rupture or not. I called Nate and relayed the message, but took my time. I got in the shower, finished packing a bag and we stopped for lunch (Arbys) on our way. I knew they probably weren't going to let me eat. When we arrived I was lectured nicely about waiting 12+ hours before coming in. They did the swab and I started to second guess if it was fluid. Were they going to send me home only to come back in a few hours to start my induction? It just didn't seem right.

The test came back for amniotic fluid and I was happy that my body had done something right! It really gave me a sigh of relief that I wasn't just being induced because of a date. Now I probably would have waited a bit longer, but at the time 12 hours was my cut off for fear of infection since my body wasn't contracting at all. Shortly after, they placed the Cervidil to help jump start labor. After an hour or so I began to feel contractions begin. I think it was to be placed for three hours and after they were up I had dilated to a 2! I was so excited that my body was responding. After the pitocin started things started to get intense quite a bit faster. I started listening to my hypnobabies tracks and found I was most comfortable in a rocking chair. So I did most of my laboring there, besides a quick stint on the toilet.

Friday October 7th, 2011

And this is the part that things start to get a little foggy. Not because of drugs, because I wasn't taking them, but because it's just been that long! I remember having to get into bed for them to check me and to monitor me because I wasn't being a very good patient and laying in bed. I remember my waters released I want to say it was around 11 pm. When I was checked again and found to be at 7cm. I moved back to the rocking chair and some time later my hind waters released. Meconium of course all over the floor. I started to get nervous and started to get anxious. At around 7 am Dr. T, my fave, came in. I was stalled at an 8, even though an hour before the nurse had said I was a 9.5? I did feel pushy for awhile, but I'm thinking she just must have measured wrong. I refuse to dwell on the 'what ifs' with that, but we did call our parents after being told we were so close and had them head down. That must have been around 5 am. I was so in the zone and my hypnobabies was working so well, that I don't remember times at all.  After Dr. T checked me she said she wanted to go right ahead with a c/s. I bargained for another hour and tried some different positions with the new amazing nurse E that had come in. Still nothing so at 8 am I put it all out there and asked if she would allow me to get an epidural to see if it would relax my cervix enough to dilate. She agreed and said she would give me 2 hours. Luckily, it worked! I made it to 10 cm and was ready to push. To make this as short as can be, I pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed. I was lucky enough and I guess pretty rare, that my legs worked fine with the epi. I had to practically kick a new nurse in the face to have her bring in a squat bar because she didn't believe me. I squatted for about 3 hours and the little babe just didn't want to budge. We did pull the hair out of me for her head though! Hahaha

At about 4:00pm on Friday the 7th we consented to a c/s. I felt good with my decision and felt like I had exercised everything that I could have to get to this last resort. Nate was a trooper and looked so cute in his scrubs. I hate that I don't have any pictures of that. The surgical team agreed to allowing Nate to cut the cord and announce the sex. Let me tell you THE MOST AMAZING MOMENT EVER is hearing your husband introduce you to your baby. Gives me goosebumps every time. Unfortunately, because of the meconium and 40+ hours of rupture they whisked K away to a NICU team without even showing me her. I don't remember her making any noise for a few minutes, even though my surgical report says differently. I was balling and my arms were still strapped down to the table. I had an amazing anesthesiologist that kept wiping my tears. He was such a nice man. They sent Nate and K up to the room while they sowed me up and my body started to shake uncontrollably. I guess this is normal when baby and mom are separated and the reassured me that as soon as she was on my chest it would stop...which it did. I think that is such a cool unexplained connection.

She didn't want to latch and we used a shield and worked really hard and were able to figure it out. I think as far as c/s go. Mine was pretty good. I do long for this next birth to be able to hold my baby right away and to be able have that skin to skin contact that is so important with newborns. Stay with me as I try and go through this VBAC journey!

 

Before I even met my sweet girl.

Baby love at its finest

 

A Little Bit of a Break

Well you could say a lot has changed and time has flown! I am now the lucky mother of a beautiful 18 month old little girl. Kennedy has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. She has changed me in a way that nothing in this world ever has. I'm not sure you can know what true love is until you look in the eyes of your child. Nate and I would giggle over how crazy it was to love something so small.

So here we are 18 months later and expecting baby number 2! I know I need to write down Ks birth story in a bad way. It will explain a lot of why I've come to the decision I have today with how I plan to birth this next baby. October 1st is the tentative guess date, so that puts me at 15 weeks tomorrow. Still no consistent movement, but some flutters every now and then. I love having my Doppler to be able to catch a quick listen when I need that reassurance that all is well.

Here's a picture of my sweet angel.

34 Weeks 5 Days

Here's a little collage of my ever growing belly. From 18 weeks until 32! I think it goes: 18.6, 19.6, 22.6, 23.6, 27.6, 29.6, and then 31.6.

I haven't done a more recent one because I usually only update on Wednesdays and I seem to be actually busy these days...doing what I have no idea.

At the doctor yesterday, they said everything is still looking perfect! Measuring right on and strong heartbeat as usual. It seems that the concensus from everyone these days it that this little one is a boy...I'm not quite sure what to believe right now. I'm also not wanting to say because I think if I'm wrong people will judge that. Stupid I know to feel that way, but even more stupid that people actually think moms have hurt feelings when their babies are born and not what they thought it was. I definitely have my days where I would love to have a boy because I think Nate would love to have a little him to teach hockey and baseball, but in the same thought I think about how wonderful it would be to have a girl to buy cute clothes for and would fit into all of the girls in our family.

We will see very shortly! I'll be 35/35 on Thursday, which means 35 Weeks and 35 days to go until our due date! I don't feel quite as strongly as I did about going way over due, but I'm still going strong working my regular hours (even picking some up) and I refuse to back down just because I'm pregnant!

32 Weeks 4 Days

We are getting SO close to getting to meet this little muffin! Everything has been coming together wonderfully and I really have no complaints. Nate and I have the nursery all together now and I couldn't be more proud with how it all turned out! Of course I had a little help from Auntie M and Jax, and Grandma B came and helped with some touch ups too.

Here is the story of how it all came together:

I believe it all started on Tuesday July 26th at the amazing paint party. There were a whole 3 people in attendance, but I made sure to get a party platter from Subway and have it be a catered event!

Jackie doing her meticulous job of trimming the ceiling. Thank God I got out of that task!

Auntie M helping out...the walls are gray I swear, but these pictures all make it look really blue!

On Wednesday we shampooed the carpet and after it was dry enough decided to put together the crib. We were going to do the rest of the furniture, but realized they were already put together so we would have to wait for some muscles to help Nate move it all upstairs. A few tears later, and I understood.

Beaner really wants to be just like Nate so he was trying to help put the crib together.

All done!

On Thursday Nate & his Dad moved all of the furniture up into the room. This was a pretty exciting day for me! The baby has a room!

Friday night Jackie & I put the mirrors above the changer...so cute!

Another project for Jax & I on the following Tuesday. We were supposed to get it done on Friday, but turns out you have to let the paint sit for 2 weeks! Well we let it set for just 1 and are going to cross our fingers that the decal sticks!

The finished product. It turned out SO much better than I ever could have imagined.

 

It looks even better now because we were surprised with an early shower gift from Grandma D and got the mattress and all the pads too!

I made Nate put up the shelves late Tuesday night so we could finally say room complete!

I can't believe how much the babies room has changed in just one week. I would have to give credit to the pre-planning and hours of googling Jackie and I did though. I love walking by the room and feeling like it came right out of a catalog. Nothing but the best for my muffin!



30 Weeks 2 Days

It has been awhile since we have done one of these, so I thought what the heck?! I'm also pretty board at the moment waiting for another Saturday night at the office. Coming up this week: nursery accomplishments!!

 

 

How far along? 30 Weeks and 2 Days
Weight gain/loss: According to the doctors I am up 23 lbs. They just don't know about what I gained before my first appointment...oops!
Maternity clothes? Yes please! I guess I pretty much live in yoga pants and cami's these days which are not maternity, but they might as well be.
Stretch marks? Not anymore than I already had, I just got some oil I ordered that is supposed to be the miracle worker so here's to not getting any?!
Sleep? Sweet, sweet insomnia has reared its ugly head again. Just the other night I woke up at 3:15am and was still up doing the dishes at 6am when Nate woke up wondering what in the world was going on!
Food cravings: Ice Cream...my favorite of the moment is Strawberry Shakes from McD's
Movement? Oh the little alien moves around every day. I do think that it moves a lot less than some people say theirs do...I'm hoping this means that I am correct in thinking that this baby is going to be calm...check back in a few weeks when I'm pulling my hair out from all of the screaming. I actually asked my doc about this at my last appointment and she thinks it probably has a lot to do with how active I am. Seeing as I'm not really the sit around all day type, I probably just don't notice as much movement as most.
Belly button in or out? Still in, but growing out. It is kind of weird...
What I miss? Being able to enjoy the outside heat more. I would love to lay out in the sun or I had to miss a Twins game the other day because the heat index was 115!
What I'm looking forward to: Getting my room all put together in the next week. I'm really happy we are still on track with everything over here!

 

It seems as though people stop caring about the fruit size of their babies by now because I can't seem to find one! On my ticker from my Bump group I believe I am a squash...even though it resembles a pumpkin. Here is a picture of a cabbage and a quarter, I suppose it is a descent comparison. The little one is now about 17 inches and 3 1/2 lbs give or take!

 

29 Weeks 6 Days

My Top Ten Reasons Being Pregnant in the Summer is Not That Bad

10. Sweating is normal for people to do in the heat; therefore, when I am doing something that requires a little extra work most people just can't get over how much I am glowing!

9. No one likes to get fat and be pale, at least in the summer you can get fat and be bronzed.

8. Cami's & Yoga pants no longer look like I just rolled out of bed. I look like I could have came from a relaxing stroll around the lake or a pre-natal yoga class.

7. The clothes are so much cuter in the summer...and cheaper. Until chaffing became an issue throwing on any old dress can work...also you don't need to buy a new winter jacket! $$$

6. The State Fair. Do I need to even explain? I have always been self conscious of the amount of food I could consume there. This year there is no one that will stop me from eating a corn dog, a hot dog, deep fried Snickers, and a batch of Martha's cookies during one trip.

5. I no longer have to worry about sucking in that extra 2lbs in my swim suit. Now I proudly let the extra 25lbs hang free...my abs have never been so hard in my life!

4. Having a baby in the fall is going to be wonderful. The gorgeous weather for beautiful walks, a little baby to dress up for Halloween, and maternity leave that covers all of the major holidays!

3. Summer Activities are way more pregnant lady friendly than winter. Trips to the beach, the cabin, local fairs, and outdoor concerts are way more appealing than tubing, skiing, or ice skating.

2. Flip- Flops, no matter how swollen my feet get these shoes will always fit me!

1. Ice Cream. I think I would feel a lot more guilty about my daily (sometimes twice daily) indulgence if it were cold outside. Instead people look at the pregnant lady and the 100 degree thermometer and just nod their heads in acceptance.