Baby Number 3

At my last doctor appointment before Zane was born I was already almost 4cm dilated. At my last ultrasound he measured in the 75th percentile and was estimated to be 8.5ish lbs by the time my due date arrived. Given this information my doctor planned to break my water after my next appointment assuming my platelet count was still up. I had been taking prednisone for 2.5 weeks to boost them since I have pregnancy induced ITP, where my body attacks my platelets while I’m pregnant. Not sure why, but the same thing happed with all 3 of my pregnancies. The platelet count is important if you want an epidural.  Normal platelet count is between 150-400 and when I started steroids mine were 80. In order to have a spinal at the hospital you need a count of 100. After having the babies my count went back up just fine.

So my labor started around 1:30am on a Monday morning. I had some contractions in the evening before bed, but when I went upstairs and got in bed they stopped so I assumed it was false labor. I was actually pretty sure the 1:30am contractions weren’t real too until it was like 3am and I was still having them and I couldn’t get back to sleep. I started thinking maybe I couldn’t sleep because I was in labor, but was that even possible? I mean with Jack my contractions came every 3 minutes practically from the start and with Harper my water broke and my contractions started 15 minutes later and were 3 minutes apart. This time they started at 12 minutes apart and moved to 10 minutes apart while I was trying to decide if this was real. Is this what regular labor is like??

So by about 4:30 I decided this was indeed the real thing and I called my doctor and spoke with the midwife on call who said it was up to me whether to head in to the hospital or stay home til the contractions were closer together. Given my previous super fast labor we thought it would be better to go in than to wait at home in case something happened and things started moving faster. So we called my mom and while we waited for her we showered and got ready to go.

I think we checked in around 5:30am? The nurse that checked me said she wasn’t sure if the doctor would want to keep me in or not since I hadn’t made a lot of progress from my last doctor appointment and my contractions were still 10 minutes apart, but I thought we stood a chance since we had planned to break my water on Wed anyways. My last platelet count had been 125 so I was feeling pretty good about how this would turn out. The results of my first blood test came back at 96. What?? So my doctor said they would recheck me in an hour and see how things were going. My next test came back at 84. My contractions were still about 8-9 minutes apart so I was given 2 choices. 1 – we could hook me up to the IV (I had to have 2 penicillin bags since I was group b strep positive) and then break my water and get this party started knowing I could not have an epidural… 2 – we could go home and hang out and wait for the contractions to speed up on their own and hope for a platelet miracle. We decided a platelet miracle was highly unlikely considering the current downward trend so we opted for breaking my water.

They hooked in my IV and my labor actually even slowed down for a little while which was good because it allowed me to nap a little in the room. By noon the doctor broke my water and I decided to sit and labor on the yoga ball for a little while. I had never done that before, the extremely nice nurse recommended it so why not! It was an interesting and apparently effective choice. The nurse said she would come back and check me at 2:30 and then she left. It was just me and Nate alone in the room which was weird because I swear I don’t remember that happening in either previous labors. By about 2 I started feeling a little like I should push so I paged the nurse who checked me and said I was 7cm. So 3cm in 2hrs, I was on a roll! The nurse suggested I get on the bed on all fours so to speak, to finish my labor. She had to leave the room for a minute but would help me when she got back. By now labor was pretty hard and my contractions were right on top of each other. When she got back and tried to flip me it felt… Different? And not in a good way! So she rechecked and I was ready to push. Holy crap and thank goodness because I was beyond ready to be done with labor at that point! That shit hurt and I was getting no down time in between.  My poor doctor ran into the room, suited up and suddenly it seemed like there were 500 people in the room with us. By 2:17 this baby was born, with the assistance of suction because his head was big and as we soon found out his arm was up, so he came out head and hand first. Thanks, kid!

He wasn’t even that much heavier than Harper but his head was a good 2-3 inches bigger (yikes) and if we didn’t already plan on him being the last kid let me tell you that labor and my platelet situation would have sealed the deal! He was 8lb 5oz and 21in long and somehow he was like a little clone of Jack when he was a baby. He doesn’t look anything like him any more which is funny but he sure did at the hospital!

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Welcome to the world baby Zane!

In hindsight I totally would have loved an epidural but apparently it was very not meant to be.

We had a Baby, it’s a Boy!

Hey I finally thought of something to do while I’m up in the middle of the night feeding the baby. I can update my blog!

By the way, I had a baby, on Oct 20. I don’t think I ever even said I was pregnant, but I was! One of these nights I’ll update with his birth story because of course it was unlike either of my previous two.

Also in major life changes, we moved to a new house. Because being pregnant with our third child wasn’t enough, we had to up the difficulty factor by putting our house on the market and moving to a new one. Hopefully that will be another blog post by itself to talk about that adventure.

But for right now I have to get the big kids ready for their day with my mom.

Spring in February

Practically all I can think about now is how ready I am for this baby to PLEASE JUST GET OUT ALREADY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. However since the baby seems to have other plans I’ll try to pretend I have other things to talk about.

Like how warm it’s been the past few days. Yesterday we actually went outside to play for a while. Took a short walk around the block and ran around the front yard some. Of course it poured over night so the back yard was like a swamp, but fortunately the front had dried out pretty well.

Playing outside

I’m trying to teach him to pedal the tricycle. He kind of gets it, but since it’s not easy for him right now it’s not really interested. He mostly prefers to push it around.

Then we took a walk around the block to look at all of the cars and trucks on the road because if there’s one thing this kid loves it’s cars and even more than cars, it’s trucks. When we got back he spent about 30 minutes running around the yard. Apparently it’s the little things!

Jumping!

He kept running up onto the tree pine bark and them hugging the tree and hopping back down.

Tree Hugging

Then he would ask me what was wrong with his shoe and we would have to sit down and dump all of the bark out of them.

Running

Just running around the driveway yelling “I’m running!” in case you weren’t sure what it was he was doing.

I know the weather won’t last forever and we’ll be getting a little bit of winter back (thank goodness because I have like NO warm weather maternity clothes right now), but it was pretty awesome  while it lasted. It’s currently like 75 or something outside even though a storm is definitely brewing I have the back door open letting the fresh air in. (Jack is with his GiGi today so I’m trying to “take it easy” which is NOT EASY right now. I want to be doing something. Something productive to help prepare for the baby but literally there is no laundry to do, the house is clean, the nursery is set up, bottles and pacifiers are washed, THERE IS NOTHING TO DO).

Big Tease

I’m having contractions. A lot of them. Every day, multiple times a day, sometimes for 30 minutes or more I’ll have a contraction every 5 minutes like clock work. The problem is THEY’RE ALL FAKE!

Sometimes they actually hurt, but sometimes they’re just uncomfortable. Sometimes they go away if I change positions, but mostly they don’t care. The first time it happened (like 2 weeks ago) I actually thought maybe something was going on. Obviously I was wrong because here I am, having contractions and I can’t even be bothered to time them right now because in addition to them being fake, they’re actually pretty on schedule too. Is that weird? During the day I don’t really notice the time but in the evening (and OVERNIGHT) I can predict fairly accurately when it’s going to happen.

This did not happen to me last time. I only remember having a couple of actual braxton hicks contractions at all, they were certainly never actually anything I would consider false labor.

My doctor asked if I was having contractions and I said YES ALL THE TIME!  Hoping that it meant something. She said “Oh good!” and it means nothing (except that my body is doing exactly what it should do and blah blah blah) but it’s just SO WEIRD to me.

So on that note I’m heading to bed and hopefully they’ll go away by the time I get myself tucked in because I’m really not good at falling asleep while they’re going on (so it makes me sad if they actually wake me up usually around 2ish in the morning. THANKS, body)!

Two Weeks to Go!

I’m officially two weeks away from my due date and I AM SO READY it’s not even funny. As of last Thursday I am 3cm dilated and 70% effaced and that’s further along than I was when I went into labor last time so…. ANY TIME NOW, right? Right?? My next appointment is on Wednesday and I already can’t wait!

Sadly, as of my last hematologist appointment my platelets were back down so now I’m on prednisone daily until the baby is born. Fortunately it’s a lower dose and so far it sucks a LOT less than the other steroid.

In the mean time we’ve been trying to get things done around the house. We (mostly Nate but I helped a little) painted the foyer and the play room (former dining room).

Painting projects

Nate hung up some beautiful letters that Meg ordered for us. She and I painted the letters and I just love love LOVE the way it turned out!

New Playroom

We’ve knocked out everything on our to-do list and I feel like I keep trying to find additional things to add to it to keep us busy until the baby comes. I mean I can clean the house like 500 more times, but that’s kind of exhausting and doesn’t feel nearly as productive as something like recaulking the shower would be. Unfortunately I’m not really in the right kind of shape to be hunched over the shower doing the caulking right now and I do feel a little bad trying to add things to Nate’s list (which is currently empty, but he doesn’t seem to mind as much as I do).

So…. any time now, baby, any time!

And Now for More Whining

When the nice doctors put me on steroids to boost my platelet count they reassured me that this would be totally fine for the baby and not to worry. It is completely safe. I, of course, totally believe them and so far I have no reason to think otherwise.

What they forgot to mention was how much the steroids might actually suck for me. With side effects like insomnia, decreased (or increased) appetite, constipation (or diarrhea), light headedness (like medicine head), increased fluid retention, having to pee 5 times a night instead of 2 because of the increased water thing, and just for fun let’s throw in the flushed cheeks. The first morning I thought I must be sick and then realized the flushed cheeks was just one of the many fun side effects possible with this medication.

Thank god I only took it for 4 days and it’s been 2 days since I’ve had to take it. I go back tomorrow to get retested so I’m going to keep my fingers crossed. Hopefully it has boosted my platelets enough that I can take a week off from it instead of having to start another round.

Especially since I finally slept last night, going back to sleep easily after each restroom trip (knocked back to every 3-4 hours, as opposed to the every 2 hours with the steroids) so I actually kind of feel normal today. I’m not ready to give that back up!

(I would totally rather suffer through a few uncomfortable days than do labor with low platelets again. Fortunately that memory is pretty good motivation!)

Labor and Delivery – UnLite

So my due date is rapidly approaching. I’m officially 4 weeks away from it and so actually delivering a baby has been on my mind a lot lately. Currently my OB approved plan is attempt a VBAC with a definite epidural. (She is encouraging the epidural, but to me that part is non-negotiable).

So since it’s been on my mind I figured I’d go ahead and share the longer version in case anyone actually cares. (The shorter version, since I’m going to skip to the part where I was actually in labor at the hospital).

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Exhaustion!

So I was originally going to write this post last night, but at around 8:15 when I was debating between writing this “quick post” or going to bed, I opted to go to bed instead. I was beat!

In the morning Jack and I played for a little bit, then went to the mall to ride the train again and play on Scoop and the other ride on toys, it was big fun! Then we came home and had lunch and before we knew it, it was nap time!

What I should have done was take a nap when Jack took a nap.

Instead what I did was vacuum downstairs, (we moved his bedroom upstairs to his “boy boy room” so I feel safe running the vacuum during nap time now), cleaned the downstairs bathrooms, start a load of towels, cooked a pot roast and mashed potatoes for dinner.

I think I’m getting to be too far along for that much crap all in one day. My back was killing me by bedtime and I think I was asleep practically the instant my head hit the pillow! Or at least after it hit the pillow after I got back up to take some tylenol before bed.

Is it Time Yet?

So I’m on the home stretch. Sort of. I mean I realize next month will be the ACTUAL actual home stretch, but I think with 2 months to go I can claim this as the home stretch too, right?

Anyways, I have a list of things I want to do or to have done and I’m not sure what is too soon to do since while I feel like HOME STRETCH there are actually TWO whole months left. Mostly I’m afraid if I do these things now then I’ll run out of things to do in the last month and I’m thinking if my nesting instincts are so strong right now, what will they be doing in a month?

So far my list consists of:

  • Sterilizing bottles/nipples/pacifiers/breast pump stuff
  • Washing baby clothes (which I want desperately to do because THEY’RE SO CUTE but as Jack is still living in the nursery I kind of have no place to put them).
  • Get out bassinet/boppy/carseat/anything else tiny person related.
  • BUY MORE STUFF (I’m not entirely sure what stuff yet, but I know that I would definitely like to buy it).
  • Pack hospital bag.
  • Umm…

You know, this list really seemed longer in my head. So I don’t really remember last time when we started really doing all that stuff, but I feel like it may still be a tad early.

Oh well, if there was more I’m sure I’ll think of it later. Like later tonight while I’m in bed staring at the ceiling unable to sleep due to crazy hormone induced insomnia and sore hips and attempting to sleep propped up to avoid said sore hips. All of this leading up to me being SO GLAD to start only getting 2 hours of sleep at a time because AT LEAST IT WILL BE SLEEP and not just me laying in bed wishing it was sleep, and also all of this pregnancy fun stuff with be a fond memory of “oh it wasn’t so bad” because it’s easy to say that when it’s over.

Being Pregnant is

Things that Suck about Being Pregnant (in no particular order)

  1. Caffeine restrictions
  2. Having to pee. A lot.
  3. Trouble sleeping (aka: trying to relearn how to sleep on my side while constantly waking up on my back, and also rolling over with a body pillow is hard)
  4. The first trimester
  5. Overly sensitive gag reflex (sometimes I can barely swallow my vitamins)
  6. Wardrobe
  7. The third trimester (or at least the last part of it)
  8. Babies with hiccups
  9. Backaches from sleeping weird and/or just from carrying a whole tiny actual person
  10. Weird food cravings. I want a Jersey Mikes sub. I’m not supposed to eat deli meat. I ate a Jersey Mikes sub and felt only slightly guilty about it, but I’m also kind of nervous about potentially pushing my luck and doing it again but all I want is a Jersey Mikes sub. A number 7, turkey with provolone on white with mayonnaise and lettuce. It’s the little things.

Things I Love about being Pregnant

  1. Growing an person. A whole, tiny, actual person.
  2. Feeling that whole tiny actual person start moving around

That being said I want to mention what an amazing thing it is after you have a baby, your body sort of forgets how bad it all sucked. I mean sure I have memories of not loving my last pregnancy. I mean my hips hurt when I slept (the tempurpedic helped a lot), my back hurt from carrying all that extra weight (I gained about 40-45lbs last time), my feet, legs, and pretty much everything else was swollen at the end, plus the morning sickness from the beginning? It all seemed like nothing. I couldn’t want to get pregnant again. My memories were there, but it also seemed like “that wasn’t really that bad” and I had pretty much blocked out what it was really actually like. Not that it would have stopped me from having another one to remember how it actually felt, I just thought it was funny. How looking forward to it I was because I was totally overreacting last time and it was really not bad, and it may have actually been kind of fun!