Now that it’s finally official – I’m growing a human – I’m sure you can’t wait to be inundated with all things baby. Should we let the nonsense and self-indulgence begin?
Main scoop: My pregnancy bliss quickly evaporated this week because there was some drama with this little llama of mine, beginning shortly after this pic was taken. Although I’m trying to keep everything in perspective, I feel beat up and rattled.
I’ll try to keep this brief (not my forte). It all started with my check up appointment last Thursday. The doc checked me over (not dilated yet) but measured Baby Girl frightening small (less 5th%), suggesting that the baby may be better off delivered now. Her alarm had me in tears and sent me packing to a high-risk OBGYN immediately, instead of skipping off to my track meet. Since I had the car (this was just supposed to be a routine visit), Hubs was at home working and getting my emotional and fragmented updates. Hubs got on his bike and came to be with me. In my second appointment, they measured Baby Girl with fancier equipment and said that sure, she was small (14th% at 4lbs 14 oz) but the doc wasn’t overly concerned about her size anymore, especially if she continues to gain in the remaining weeks.
BUT, oh-by-the-way, she may have a serious congenital heart defect: transposition of the great arteries – and that I’ll probably have to deliver in Denver so they can do open heart surgery the week of her birth and that we need drive to Denver TODAY to see a pediatric cardiologist. Say what?
We drove to Denver. In my third ultrasound of the day (!), they checked her little heart. She was tired from all of the probing (and frankly, so was I) and so she gave the ultrasound tech quite the runaround by being shy. But after lots of investigating, good news! Baby Girl’s heart is beautiful (she got that from her Daddy) and JUST FINE. After 7 hours of tears and fret, I was so relieved. So happy. So filled with gratitude.
The next day after practice, I sweet talked Hubs into taking me out for some pho. A snowstorm was brewing and the hot soup was comforting. After dinner, we came home and planned to call our Moms to fill them in on all of the confusion from the day before – I just had to pee first…
And (TMI) there was blood. Quite a bit of it. We found ourselves driving to the emergency room and I was trying to prepare myself for anything, including an emergency c-section. They monitored me for 5 hours (until 1.00am) and we tried to sleep when we could. Although the amount of blood concerned and slightly baffled the docs, Baby Girl was strutting around doing stellar on the monitors and now I’m 1cm dilated. They let us go home, with the snow storm whirling around us, and had me promise to take it easy and get lots of rest.
As of now, my bleeding tapered off and finally stopped. And we are back where we started. We have a little baby on our hands (and some worries) but we think everything is going to be ok. We suspect we have a few more weeks until we get to meet her and everyone says that’s when the real worrying begins! I don’t know if I can take it.
The Science: Baby Center recap – 37 weeks.
Please Baby, get fat.
Love, your Mom.
Body morphing: Weight gain is 21.5lbs. My tummy has some tender spots (especially just above my belly button), which I think is due to my skin and muscles stretching. I’m taking it as a good sign. I want to remind her that although there is much more space and lots of kisses waiting for her on the outside, it’s cold out here and my morning breath is horrendous.
Sexy stuff! How come nobody warned me how much it hurts to get your cervix checked?!? OMG, IT HURT SO BAD. I couldn’t handle it. How in the world am I going to survive labor?
Oh and my dreams have been crazy disturbing. Like, filled with violence and anger. I wake up exhausted and emotionally spent. Obviously, I’m very anxious and rest is elusive.
Food drama: I do so much better when I pass on the handful of Easter candy or gulp of water before bedtime. But, it’s so hard to resist.
Exercising? I’m feeling fatigue this week and back to squeezing in a daily nap. I’m counting any housework or errands (or blogging?) as my daily exercise.
To Dos: WE FINALLY FINISHED THE BABY’S DRESSER. You guys. Finished.
Sure, it has loads of imperfections that tick me off. Sure, I’m tempted to keep working on it. But for now, we can put stuff IN IT – and get those things off the floor and out of her crib. #bigsighofrelief
Plus, her car seat is installed and I bought big fatty feminine pads, as well as booby ones, for all of the post partum fun. Think I’m ready?
And randomly: This is super mushy but when Hubs burst through the doors of my second appointment, my hero had arrived. While I was falling apart, he was my calm, my rational, my comfort, everything I needed. Baby Girl and I are two lucky girls. *gets emotional*
We have so much support too. Our Moms called and comforted us. Our friends and family checked in with concern and prayers. Even my track kids sent loving texts from their meet and gave me the biggest hugs at practice. Life is filled with so much good, it amazes me.