Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Confessions Link Up - 1/30/2013

Linking up with Think Happy Thoughts for Wednesday Confessions!
  • I confess that today is the first day I've read blogs in about 2.5 weeks.  Probably more like 20 days. I mean, I read the odd one here and there when my friends on twitter posted their links, but really to look at the blogs I follow? Not until today.

  • I confess that typing this blog would be easier if I didn't have my baby in one arm.  Please ignore any typos. :)

  • I confess that I have very little ambition to get anything done even when Jeremiah is sleeping. I blame sleep deprivation, but when he sleeps, other than sanitizing bottles, I find myself laying on the couch watching him sleep while watching tv.  But generally, he sleeps well only when he's held, so there's not much sleep time where I really could get things done. That's my excuse anyway.  And since I'm working from home some, I use a lot of his good sleep time catching up on office stuff.  Working when my son is less than 3 weeks old isn't ideal, but it will allow me to spend a little more time before I'm back in the office full time.

  • I confess that I miss my bed. Little man's lack of sleep has driven me to sleeping on the couch with him about 6 nights a week - whenever my husband has to work the next day. He has to be up at 5:30 a.m. for work so a fussy baby who cries and cries at night in the room isn't ideal.  And on the couch, I can hold him and we can both sleep a little.  I'm not comfortable doing that in bed with John; two sleeping adults plus all the blankets are too dangerous for my little guy.

  • I confess that when I see my cats sleeping sweetly right next to the baby, all on my lap, I melt a little. Even if those same cats have been driving me crazy.

  • I confess that I plan on going into the office for a few days next week..... but I have no idea if any of my work clothes will fit. My maternity clothes are too big, but I don't know if my normal work pants will fit. I'm down in weight, but my stomach is still bigger than it was!

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Jeremiah's Birth Story - The End!

If you missed parts 1 or 2, click here and here. :) Warning - they are long!

So at 7 o'clock, my nurse Debbie left and was replaced by another nurse. Initially she really lacked Debbie's warm bedside manner (she was my nurse for 3 nights though, and overall she was great. Just not as warm and nurturing type like Debbie).  She had the doctor check me again.  Still no further progress. I was frustrated and emotional.  Around 8 o'clock, she came in and felt my stomach for a contraction.  She then said "These contractions aren't doing anything.  They aren't nearly strong enough to move the baby down as high as he is." She left the room, and I called John over and burst into tears as he hugged me.  I was really discouraged by then.

Around 9, my parents left for the night and John fell asleep. I finally got some sleep as well, though not as much due to the contractions. At 10:30, the doctor and nurse came in. It was time to discuss options.  He said we had 2 options - the first was to stop the Pitocin for a night and do another round of Cervadil and start Pitocin again the next morning.  The second option was a C-section. He said occasionally a second round of Cervadil and Pitocin will work, but at the same time, it usually doesn't.  He also said they'd have to monitor me closely for infection due to the water breaking.

I couldn't decide. I felt like I had been mentally preparing for a C-section but then when it came time to choose a major operation over continuing to try, I couldn't actually do it.  So I asked them to leave the room (nicely!).  I wanted to talk it over with John.  So they did, and John and I were leaning toward a C-section but still hadn't decided. I called my mom and told her what the doctor said. She agreed with how I was leaning, which was toward the C-section.  But it still wasn't set in stone.  The doctor came back in while we were talking and I asked him "What would you recommend? I know you said it's totally my choice, but if you had to make a recommendation, what would it be?" He said "The C-section." He explained that I would still be able to do a VBAC one day when I was pregnant again (at that time, I honestly wasn't as concerned with delivery of future children as just getting Jeremiah here safely!).  So we made the decision to go ahead with the C-section. This was roughly 10:45.  I was told it would be a little while before they were ready to do it. I also joked with the doctor "You've done this before, right?" He laughed and assured me he had done it "once or twice."  He really has done it hundreds of times, so that was a joke.

John went back to sleeping. I remember being a little annoyed. :)  I couldn't sleep and was pretty nervous about the surgery but he was able to sleep and snoring away (not that I blame him; it had been a very long day!).  It felt like forever that I laid there waiting.  Still worrying about my little one. Worried about surgery. And really thirsty since I was restricted from fluids at that point (you know how as soon as you're told you can't do something, it's all you can think about?) Around 12, the nurse came back in to check on me and explained the hold up was another patient who was in active labor that they thought might need an emergency C-section. Since the same doctor was delivering both babies, we had to wait for her to have her baby. Since mine wasn't an emergency, he needed to be available for that situation. 

Around 12:30, she had her baby and all of the sudden everything picked up.  It went from waiting to a rush of activity.  First the anesthesiologist came in.  He talked about any surgeries I had in the past (none, other than oral surgery like wisdom teeth out), explained the spinal block, and asked if I had any questions. I do remember telling him about my last experience with anesthesia, which was my colonoscopy. I explained that I had a bad reaction and my blood pressure kept dropping; then I joked "Not that blood pressure dropping seems to be a problem for me these days which is why we're here!"  He said they would monitor me closely, but since I wasn't being put under, it shouldn't be a concern. 

Then the neonatologist came in. I had seen him many times while I was at the hospital for tests, but never knew who he was. I always wondered who the somewhat strange looking man wandering the halls was.  Now I knew. He wanted to be prepared for whatever could be wrong with the baby.  He said "How has your pregnancy been overall? Anything to look out for?"  Short question; long answer.  I remember telling him about the abnormal quad screen that showed an increased risk for Downs, the fall at 15 weeks, the fetal echocardiogram that came back fine, pre-eclampsia from 28 weeks on, Jeremiah failing his last biophysical profile for breathing, the fact that we'd done steroid shots to develop his lungs at 32 weeks, his abnormal size and subsequent repeat gestational diabetes testing, etc.  He had obviously read the file (or maybe skimmed it given its length by that point) because he said "Didn't an ultrasound also show a cyst on the sternum magnus several weeks back?" I was like "Oh yes. I forgot about that right now."  He said he would immediately check the baby after birth.

Finally, I was taken back to the surgery room.  This was when I went from nervous to very, very nervous.  The room looked nothing like I expected (I may watch too many medical shows or something!).  It looked like a storage room to me.  Then they started counting instruments, etc. and I remember thinking "This is so they make sure they don't leave anything in me like that episode of Grey's!"  Then I thought of the episode where the doctor did a C-section and accidentally cut the baby's arm off. Yeah, I really would have handled this better if I could have shut off my brain.

They did the spinal block and the anesthesiologist stayed at my head the whole time.  When they started the surgery, John still wasn't in the room and I needed him there. :) They assured me he was just outside and would be in right away (he was still washing his hands and stuff).  I remember asking them if we could stop and try the other method again. They said no. :)  I remember they had trouble getting him out because he was still so high up and the movement made me feel really sick (John told me later that both Dr. G and the doctor assisting him had their elbows on my upper abdomen pushing the baby down so between the movement and my nerves, I felt sick).  I said I thought I was going to throw up - I don't know if I really thought I was going to or if it was just so uncomfortable and scared and thought that might make them stop. :)  It didn't work if that was the plan. Instead, I was told to turn my head to the side and they held a basin there. I didn't get sick but apparently I kept asking if it was over, when the baby would be out, etc.  I was kind of panicked.  I think the doctors probably wanted to hit me. :) I do remember at one point John and I just started praying while we held hands.

The anesthesiologist told me "After they get the baby out, I can give you some more medicine to help you relax." That seemed like a good idea for everyone's sake. 

When Jeremiah was born, I don't really remember. I think they gave me the other medicine so quickly (along with what I had already been given) that I was already out of it. I remember John carrying him over to me. I couldn't really see him, but I felt incredible relief.  I remember thinking that if the baby was doing well enough that they were letting John hold him, he must be at least okay. After that, I don't remember anything until I was in the recovery room.

Usually at my hospital, the babies are put in the recovery room with the mom and allowed to do skin to skin right away.  Because Jeremiah wasn't breathing well, he had to go straight to the Special Care unit, so we weren't able to do that.  But I had reminded John about 15 times before surgery to take the camera to surgery (and the nurses reminded him as many times not to take pictures until he was told it was okay - no blinding the surgeons please!). So I stared at the pictures and asked a lot of questions.

I was in the recovery room extra long since there were a few complications during surgery, mainly with getting the baby out.  When Dr. G came in to check on me, I did have the presence of mind to apologize for panicking during surgery. He said it was fine. :)  I was so cold throughout the recovery room and was trembling. 

Finally around 4:00, we were able to leave the recovery room to go to our new room in the Mother Baby unit. We were able to make once quick stop first.  I got to see my son! 

John Jeremiah II born on January 12, 2013 at 1:29 a.m. weighing 7 pounds, 12 ounces and 20.5 inches long.  Here are his first pictures, taken in the surgery room.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Jeremiah - The First Two Weeks in Pictures

Jeremiah turned two weeks yesterday!  I've been trying to blog the rest of his birth story, his baby shower, etc. as well as other posts I already had in the works. But, I haven't.  Why? Because Jeremiah didn't let me. :)  He likes being held when he's sleepy. And last night he had a terrible tummy ache. He cried from 7 p.m. to 11 p.m. with few breaks.  He was awake most of the night.  So, blogging was on the back burner.

I thought I'd post some of the picture highlights from his first two weeks of life.

Daddy and Baby - around 6 hours old

Grandma admiring her new grandson

Mommy and Jeremiah - 1 day old

1 day old

\\Grandma gets to hold him for the first time - almost 72 hours old 

3 days old

With Grandpa

Handsome boy

Ready to go home!

January 22 - 10 days old

2 weeks old

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Jeremiah's Birth Story - Part 2

If you missed Part 1, you can find it here.

So I planned on finishing this several days ago. But my son had other plans.  He likes to wake up as soon as I pick up the computer. I also have become a big fan of sleeping during the day. But again, I blame him since he's a fan of NOT sleeping at night. :)

So when we left off, I was about to go to sleep with the Cervadil in.  The plan was to leave it in until about 6 or 7 the next morning and then start the Pitocin. 

By 10 o'clock that night, the Cervadil was causing pretty regular contractions.  They were not too intense at first, but they started picking up in intensity throughout the night.  As a result, I got very little sleep. I also kept needing to use the restroom (probably because I was very thirsty and drinking like a big glass of water every hour).  I wouldn't be surprised if the nurse was ready to kill me as each time was an ordeal due to the IVs I had (magnesium sulfate and fluids).  I think my mouth was also dry because of nerves. And because they kept saying they didn't know how long the doctor would continue to allow me fluids (luckily, I was allowed clear fluids pretty much throughout the whole process). 

Since I couldn't sleep, I started thinking of some of the things I had wanted to do for labor that I hadn't gotten to do. Now, none of them were really necessary. They included things like give myself a pedicure, put a playlist of music to calm me together, have inspirational thoughts and scriptures to read when I needed a boost.  There was no way I could give myself a pedicure, but I realized I could do the other two items on my phone.  So I downloaded a few songs on my ITunes that felt labor appropriate.  The songs were Great I Am by Jared Anderson, Holy by Matt Gilman but as performed by Jesus Culture, How Great is Our God by Chris Tomlin but sung by Jesus Culture, I Surrender y Kim Walker, I Will Wait by Jason Upton but sung by Bryn Waddell, I'd Rather Have Jesus sung by Bryn Waddell, and You Never Let Go by Matt Redman.  Each song had special significance to me especially for this.  For example, the "Great I Am" talks about God's power. I was scared, and I'm not afraid to admit it. :)  Knowing that the all-powerful, ever-present God had me and my baby in His hands brought me a lot of comfort. "I Will Wait," well, let's just say by the time I finish this story you'll know how appropriate that song was. :)  "You Never Let Go" has some lyrics that really spoke to me.  Part of the song says "I can see the light that is coming for the heart that holds on, a glorious light beyond all compare. There will be an end to this struggle." The whole song just talks about how God is always there for us.  The other songs reminded me of different attributes of God, which I like to dwell on when I'm going through something hard.  I also googled Scriptures I wanted to focus on.  Some of the main ones that I dwelled on were Joshua 1:9 "This is my command - be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid or discouraged for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go." Psalm 56:3 "When I am afraid, I put my trust in you." And the one I thought of the most was Zephaniah 3:17 "For the Lord your God is living among you. He is a mighty savior. He will take delight in you with gladness. With His love, he will calm all your fears. He will rejoice over you with joyful songs."  I kept these songs playing at different points throughout the day and kept the Scriptures on my phone screen to pull up to read whenever I needed a reminder.

By about 6 a.m., I had slept maybe half an hour but I was excited.  You see, my contractions were coming stronger and stronger.  They were also every 3-7 minutes. I was thinking that maybe this labor thing wouldn't be so bad. Maybe it would all be over by noon. My sweet boy would be in my arms! After all, with contractions that regular, I had to be progressing a lot, right?


Very, very wrong.

When the doctor checked me before starting the Pitocin, I had progressed slightly. I was dilated to a 1.  But the baby was also very high up still.

So they started the Pitocin around 6 a.m. This meant a second iv, this one in my other hand.  Since they were drawing blood every 6 hours, having an iv in each hand meant that blood draws had to come from my feet.  Ouch.  The contractions continued to be very regular and grew in intensity even more.  At 7, a very kind nurse who had been my Christmas Eve nurse for my non-stress test/lab work took over my care as did a different doctor.  I was glad to see Debbie - I had gotten to know many of the L&D nurses over the months and they were almost all great, but she was one of my very favorites.  I was a little more apprehensive about Dr. G.  He was one of the few doctors in my practice that I hadn't rotated through - you're supposed to see them all at least once, but because of my complicated case, they had mostly stuck with me seeing my regular doctor (which I preferred anyway, so I certainly hadn't pushed for seeing the rest).  But he seemed really nice as well once I met him.  He kept giving orders to turn the Pitocin higher.

At some point during the morning, my parents came back.  We talked about the shower and talked with the church to set a new date for it. My sweet friend Dyanna contacted almost all the RSVPs to let them know of the change.  (I contacted a few that she wouldn't have known, but she contacted about 40 of the 50!) Once we settled on a plan for that, I felt better. I had worried about it off and on all night.

Parts of the day are kind of a blur.  I remember getting annoyed throughout the day because people kept dimming the lights so I could rest, but I couldn't rest and wanted lights on.  I was also having a lot of side effects from the magnesium (very common) such as dizziness, light headedness, nausea, etc. Eventually, they didn't want me getting up to even use the restroom anymore. I remember the Pitocin being turned higher and higher and higher.  John and my mom would come and rub my back to try to make me feel better.  Another thing I remember was that the contractions were a lot lower than the contractions I'd been having on my own for weeks.  I think this was because of the position of the baby. 

Around 1, Dr. G. checked me again. Still at a 1. Baby still very high up.  At this point, I was ready to cry.  Lots of painful contractions (every 3-5 minutes) that were getting more and more intense with no progress. 

About half an hour later, my water broke! I was excited thinking "This might be it! Things might really start moving along!" 

Wrong again.

Very wrong again.

Don't get me wrong. It was a nice mental break from feeling like nothing was happening, but still was no substitute for actual progress.

Around 3, they decided to put internal monitors on Jeremiah as he kept moving off the monitor. He stayed on the monitor if I laid on my back, but moved off if I was on my side. But when I was on my back, my blood pressure started climbing.  So, they really didn't want me staying on my back the whole time.  A different doctor came in to do the monitor as Dr. G was going to be there all weekend as the "in-house doctor." So he had left for a while, but was still on call Friday. Jeremiah was so high up that they couldn't attach the monitors - despite a very painful attempt to do so. 

When I realized he was still that high up, I became discouraged. Even the things that I had read/learned in birth class that can help a baby move down into position weren't an option because I had to stay in bed due to the magnesium sulfate.  I didn't see how he would suddenly move into position.  And at this point, we were going on 20 hours of pain.  I had already been at the hospital 25 hours, but it was 20 hours from when they had actually started the induction.

Again, a lot of the afternoon was a blur.  I do know that very soon after this happened, while I was very discouraged, teary, and drowsy, one of our pastors stopped by, but I wasn't up to seeing him.  He prayed with John out in the hallway. 

Around 6 o'clock, I was checked again. Still at a 1.  I remember saying to my mom that this wasn't working. If I was going to end up having a C-section, couldn't we just do it? I was tired of labor.  I was tired of 2-3 minute apart contractions doing nothing but causing pain.  The pain was by no means unbearable. I definitely could have kept going physically, but it was more that I could just tell it wasn't working.  I mean, 23 hours and 1 cm of progress?  Baby still nowhere near where he should be?  They kept turning the Pitocin higher and higher. By now, it was as high as it could go.  I remembered Dr. D's words from Wednesday about how just because Dr. K says it's time to deliver doesn't mean that the uterus will decide to cooperate.  He was right.  Jeremiah was not where he needed to be to be delivered for one simple reason - he wasn't ready to be delivered. He was 36 weeks.  He was supposed to have another 4 weeks of peace and quiet in the uterus. :)

And seeing as this post is already way too long and my son needs to eat very soon, I guess it is a good place to leave off.  To be continued yet again. :)

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Jeremiah's Birth Story - Part 1

I'm laying here in the hospital unable to sleep the night before our expected discharge.  Actually, the night after our first expected discharge. I guess this would be expected discharge, round 2?  More on that....

This has been an extremely surreal experience. Have the last 6 days really happened? Did I really go to work last Thursday and am now coming home with a baby? Huh? 

Jeremiah's birth was far from easy and far from ideal. Nothing like how I would have wanted it to go as recently as a month ago. But you know what? He's here and he's mine and I love him.  That's the end result that matters - not any of the details of how. All in all, I had a terrible couple of days. In comparison to the lifetime that I now have with him, that's nothing.  Really and truly nothing. (And I know that no births are "easy" but some go slightly more according to plan than mine.) :)

On Wednesday, January 9th, I went to the doctor after spending the day at home. I hadn't gone into work because I was so miserable.  All of my pre-eclampsia symptoms had seemingly stepped up a notch or two.  I was so tired from not sleeping. My blood pressure was far over what they had given me as a "danger zone" cut off - and this was on blood pressure medication 3 times a day! John was able to go with me since the appointment was later in the day.  We saw my primary doctor (I was making an effort to only see him at this point since I felt more comfortable with him and I wanted the consistency with my issues instead of constantly having to bring a new doctor up to speed each time.).  He asked when we were seeing the perinatologist again and I told him the next day. He said good, and reminded me that he wouldn't be surprised if in a week (when I would reach full term) or two weeks, the perinatologist said it was time to deliver.  No more waiting for labor, but since the baby was full term and I was pre-eclamptic, it was time to just do it. He then said "Then it's the hard part. I have to, or whoever is the doctor from the practice for that day, deliver this baby.  We can try different methods, but it all depends on your uterus.  When we're inducing early, particularly for a first time mom, a lot of times the uterus just doesn't respond well."  We left the appointment thinking we had at least a week, but more likely 2, before we really had to worry about this.  I had actually been planning on packing my hospital bag that night just in case, but decided not to bother. We still had time.  I was 35 weeks, 5 days.  They weren't going to do anything until 37 weeks at the earliest!

That night I didn't sleep at all. Like, I got up at 3 a.m. giving up for the night. I was miserable.  Just miserable.  Severe headache, back pain, some contractions, and my legs were hurting so badly as well. I was also having really bad pain in my upper abdomen, both on the right side which I knew could be the pre-eclampsia and toward the middle. I didn't have any idea what that could be. I did manage to get up to be at work in time for my 10:00 meeting.  I was planning on it being my last "real" day of work; I knew things were getting worse and I needed to slow down, but it was my boss' first day back in the office after a trip, so I wanted to make sure everything was settled.  My appointment with the peri was at 3, but I had a non-stress test scheduled for afterward. Since I was feeling so miserable, I decided to leave work earlier and try to do the NST before the appointment.  That way, I could be home in bed in my pajamas earlier (I was still an optimist at this point). 

I get to the hospital, go up to the area, and the nurse who runs the Maternal Fetal Medicine department was like "Are you okay? You don't look very happy." (I've been going there since 18 weeks, and the past few weeks have been there 2-3 times a week, so she got to know me.) I said "I'm fine. Just not feeling very well."  We start getting ready for the test, and I told her "I know you were an L&D nurse for years, and I've been debating calling my doctor all day. Can I ask you a quick question?" She said yes, and I told her about how bad the pains in my abdomen had gotten. I asked if they could be pregnancy related. She got a very serious look and said "No, but they could be a sign that the pre-eclampsia has progressed a lot.  Dr. K is probably going to want to do lab work." She then hooked me up to the monitors and my first blood pressure reading was 181 over 106.  This was NOT good. (Again, keep in mind I was on a pretty significant dose of blood pressure medication!) 

While I was doing the NST, the Dr. K came in to talk to me. He said he was going to do labs and hold off on our consult until after they came back.  He then said "Your pre-eclampsia appears to be getting more severe. We'll see what the labs say before we decide if we need to have this baby today."  I was like "What??" (I thought I was mentally prepared to hear that - I was not!)  I said "But he's only 36 weeks!" "He's had the steroid shots. He will most likely be totally fine if he is born now."  He left the room and I texted my husband and then 3 friends.  I asked for prayer. I was suddenly very, very scared.

After what seemed like an eternity (but was probably about an hour) the labs had been drawn and we had the results. As soon as Dr. K walked in with the nurse I mentioned earlier, I knew it was bad news. For one, the look on his face. For two, the fact that nice, lovable nurse was with him.  She never was in any of the other consults, and all I could think was "He brought her to help break the news. She's here in case I need someone to comfort me."  Because Dr. K is seriously smart and a great doctor with a fabulous reputation. But he's not exactly comforting.  He's not one of the touchy feely docs.  He's more "Here are the facts. Here are the statistics. Here's what I recommend."  He explained that the labs showed my liver enzymes were too high; the pre-eclampsia had impaired my liver function significantly.  The fact that I had gained 4 pounds in 3 days showed my fluid retention was way up. I had had such blurred vision, dizziness, and headaches over the last week that there was no doubt something was going up.  Also, the blood pressure. Oh, the famous blood pressure. He was very, very concerned about how high it has gotten. While I was on the monitors there, in addition to the 181 right away, there were readings in the 170s, high 160s, all with bottom numbers in the danger zone. He said he thought the three times daily Labetalol was masking how bad the pre-eclampsia had gotten.  When I mentioned again the baby not being full term, he said "Yes, but at this point, I think the baby is far, far safer outside of you than inside of you. He's 36 weeks, has had steroid shots to develop his lungs, and is a healthy size.  Both of you are in danger if we let the pregnancy go any farther."  We talked for another couple of minutes (pretty much could be summarized in other words of "Are you sure?" "Yes." "Are you really sure?" "Yes." "Are you sure that you're really sure?" "Yes.") So, off to a Labor and Delivery room we went!

I called John and gave him an update and he headed up to the hospital after grabbing a couple of things for me such as my toothbrush and phone charger. I called my mom and promptly started crying. I was scared for my baby. I was scared for myself. I was worried about not being able to finish up a few things at work the next day (I know, I know....).  I was upset because my shower was supposed to be Saturday and I didn't know what to do about that. 

Once in the L&D room, the on-call OB from my practice (who I had met with twice. He's not my doctor, but other than mine, he has the most experience of the doctors in the practice. This made me feel good.) came in to discuss the plan. The plan was to start with Cervadil that night overnight to try to jumpstart my cervix, start Pitocin in the morning, and also to immediately start an IV of magnesium sulfate to prevent seizures.  Oh joy. There was also an internal exam to check the status of my cervix. I also questioned him like I did Dr. K. Baby isn't full term. Are they sure this is the right decision? Again, same answers as before. He said especially with the steroid shots at 36 weeks, the baby should be fine. The baby would be much worse off if I kept getting worse.   He was nice enough to agree to let me both shower and eat dinner before starting. The nurse made a point of telling me at least 10 times how nice this was of him. Apparently, this is a show of major compassion and kindness. :)

My parents arrived around this time. They offered to take my new kitten back to the shelter for me since I would have my hands full. Tears! Not my Lucy! Especially without saying goodbye! We also had to make a decision about the baby shower. They were leaning toward having it without me. Again, more tears! Miss my own party? No fun at all! Cancel altogether? Also no fun! We decided to see what the church had available for the next few weeks once they were open the next day. Since we would be busy, my friend Dy agreed to handle this.

Around 7:00, the Cervadil was painfully inserted. Around 9, my parents left for the night. Soon after, the painful contractions started. I watched some tv, tried to sleep, and was excited that surely, the next day, my baby would be there.  Right???

To be continued......

Sunday, January 13, 2013

He's Here!

Blogging hasn't happened the last few days I planned to. It will have to wait a little while longer thanks to

a sweet boy who decided it was time to come meet us!!!

Details to follow, but John Jeremiah II was born very, very early Saturday morning and I love him. :)

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Sunday Social - New Year Changes

Linking up with Neely and Ashley for Sunday Social!
1. Do you plan to change any of your eating habits in the new year?
I plan on resuming drinking caffeine. :) Other than that, I'll be cutting back on calories once the baby is here, but also eating healthy to feed the baby.
2. Any workout tips to get us back in shape after the Holidays?
Workout consistently.  That's probably the number one thing - consistency.  I am looking forward to working out. Kind of.
3. Favorite thing you did over the Holidays?
Just spending time with family and friends.  It was good to be around all of them. Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, 2 days after Christmas with my parents, New Years' Eve.
4. What is something you hope that you accomplish in 2013 that you did not in 2012?

Definitely weight loss/getting more fit.  I'm looking forward to hitting the gym and getting back into shape. The last 6 weeks of bedrest have left me pretty breathless when I do try to do things! Especially because even before that, I wasn't allowed to exercise for 10 weeks.  So..... I'm kind of needing some endurance built back up!

Also, we were going to go to Cedar Point this year but couldn't because of the pregnancy. So this year, I think we're going to finally get to go!

5. Name 3 things happening this year you are excited about and why.
My sweet son being born!
My baby shower next Saturday.
My brother, sister-in-law, and family possibly visiting in the summer!

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Goals - 2012 in Review and 2013 Goals

So last January, I set some goals for myself for 2012.  The first part of the year, I even did a pretty good job of updating the blog each month with how I was doing on the goals.

To review, the 2012 goals were:
1) Get healthier, particularly in regards to weight loss.
2) Read through my Bible.
3) Read at least 25 books.
4) Spend time with a friend at least once a month.
5) Stick to our budget.
6) Blog at least 3 times per month.

I had mixed results on my goals.  Number 1, well..... I think I got healthier in some way. But I definitely didn't lose weight. I would like to blame my abnormally large baby currently in my belly. :) I also didn't finish number 2, but I'm going to this year. Goal number 3 went well - I read 33.  Goal 4 happened except for maybe November when I got sick. I can't remember for sure.  Number 5 was hit or miss. Overall we did well, but some months we didn't quite stick to it, especially once the medical bills started coming in. I did blog 3 times every month except April. April I didn't blog at all. Oops.

Overall, I would say I was fairly successful with my goals. Not perfect, but perfection is hard to attain with goals. :)

For 2013, I've been going back and forth with my goals. What goals are truly meaningful?  What will I have time to do with a baby?  What is the most important? So I've come up with my goals, but know that I may revise them as time goes along.  But my 2013 goals are...... *insert drumroll here*

1) Read through my Bible this year. I was disappointed in myself that I didn't meet this one this year. I have done it many times in the past, so there is no reason it didn't happen.

2) Read at least 25 books.  I was originally going to aim higher since I surpassed this goal last year. But then again, with a baby on the way, it's probably best I don't. Oh, and last year part of the goal was for at least 10 of the books to be non-fiction. I'm going to stick with that component of it as well.

3) Lose all the baby weight by April 1st. Lose an additional 20 pounds by September 1st.  Get into an exercise routine that works with my new lifestyle!

4) Blog at least once a week (unless I'm on vacation and don't have computer access).  I love blogging and I love looking back on past blogs. With a baby on the way, I want to use the blog to document a lot of his growth and changes.

5) Date night with John at least once every 2 months. They don't have to be expensive dates but I want to make sure we're getting out together.

6) Finish unpacking all the boxes from our move.... you know, the one over a year ago? Yeah, we need to unpack. :)

So those are the goals. We'll see how they go!

Friday, January 4, 2013

35 Weeks!

Thirty five weeks pregnant today means 35 days until the due date! Woohoo! 35 and 35. :)

How big is baby? 
He is approximately the size of a coconut! But our big baby will have a better estimate at our next growth ultrasound next Thursday.

Total weight gain/loss:
I gained 2 pounds this week for a net gain of 11 pounds. 

I'm blogging at 5 a.m., so that should answer the "how is sleep going" question. :/  It's not happening much at all this week.  Part of it is a cold/side effect from a new med.
He moves a ton. It's kind of fun, but at the same time getting a little painful at times.

Pre-eclampsia (and a lot of symptoms that go along with that)
Contractions (especially if I've done much at all that day)
Having to go to the restroom a lot

Food cravings: 
Nothing comes to mind. Unless you count ice water which isn't exactly a food!

Food aversions: 
Nothing specific.


Belly Button in or out?
 In but getting kind of shallow!

What I miss:
Moving around easily and taking deep breaths. Also, just feeling better in general.

What I am looking forward to: 
Meeting my little man. :)
Baby shower next weekend!

Baby has clothes and diapers ready! My mom came to help with baby laundry since I am not supposed to do the stairs. :)

In less exciting news, I had major problems last Saturday. Blood pressure was high all day and he wasn't moving much! After 5 hours in labor and delivery, I was put on medicine for my blood pressure.  Now they're monitoring me extra closely. The goal is to get to 37 weeks at which point they will most likely need to induce delivery.  Yikes. The blood pressure medicine makes me really, really sick.  I think it might be a large part of the reason I'm not sleeping well this week. Another side effect is a stuffy nose, so I think that's what is giving me my cold symptoms.

We also had a stressful day yesterday. My blood pressure was extremely high at my non-stress test - despite the medicine.  Then he wouldn't "breathe" at his biophysical profile.  So I have to go for an extra one on Monday.  They said not to worry about it. (Easier said than done.) He's done it fine for all the other BPPs, so I don't know what his deal was. Maybe he was tired?