The Birth of My Little Big Man

It feels like it has been EONS since I was pregnant and I feel like my memory of all the drama that goes into having a baby has faded a bit, but I’m going to do my best to recollect.

My last 4 weeks of my pregnancy were filled with chiropractor appointments, prenatal massage, induction massage, acupuncture, long walks, Non Stress Tests, OB Checks and membrane Sweeps. At the beginning of my pregnancy, I had vowed not to go crazy with the natural induction methods because of how things went with Charlie (she got stuck in my pelvis). Now, clearly, I wasn’t just sitting back on the couch waiting for things to happen, but I was a little less intense (ie: I did NOT drink castor oil this time… although I was close to doing it).

On Friday, May 27th, I had a Non Stress Test (NST) (maybe my 3rd or 4th?). After my NST, my doc came in and stripped my membranes. For those of you who have not had this lovely procedure done, it’s essentially an excruciating “procedure” where the doc reaches all the way up to the back of your eyeballs, via your lady bits, to attempt to detach your water bags from your uterus using her fingers. Lovely, as you can imagine. The point: induce labor.

Anyway, I definitely felt things moving on Friday… not crazy, I’m in labor moving… but contractions. I went back in on Tuesday afternoon (5/31) for another NST and another lovely sweep. This time, it was probably only about an hour or so until I felt things starting to pick up. It wasn’t crazy levels of contractions, but they were there and consistent. This was probably around 5pm. I went grocery shopping, made dinner… no biggy.

By around 7pm, they were getting more uncomfortable. I had Mark take the lead putting Charlie to bed. This is when things become blurry. Essentially, from this point until around 12:30pm the following day, I STRUGGLED through labor at home. Mark was amazing. I was literally awake and in severe pain all night. Mark brought one of our bar stools into the bedroom for me, lined it with pillows, so I could try to close my eyes and be comfortable between contractions. I was having such back labor that I literally couldn’t lay down. The pain was excruciating.

We called our doula sometime in the morning. Mark’s mom came to take care of Charlie so Mark and I could labor in our bathroom/bedroom. Somewhere around 10, my contractions became super regular… 3 minutes apart, over a minute in length, consistent for 2 hours. My doula came over sometime before noon.

By around 1, we finally left to go to the hospital. I felt like things were close… or at least I had hoped that they were. I remember being SO afraid of being in the car, getting in the car, everything. But, we made it.

The nurse checked me when we got there, although, I asked for her to keep my dilation to herself… I didn’t want to know. Unfortunately, I totally expected (or hoped) that she would say, “ok, it’s time to push”… but she didn’t. Between the total lack of sleep and exhaustion from the previous 15+ hours of laboring at home, I was already feeling defeated. From the minute we got to the hospital, I was talking about the epidural. I just could not get my head in the game. I remember with my labor with Charlotte, I got so deep inside myself. I just couldn’t get there this time.

But, I pushed forward. I went in the shower and labored in the bathroom for another 6 hours. Finally, I asked to be checked. I needed to know where I was because I was losing it. I was crying and just struggling. I was so tired. Feeling like I was falling over when I tried to stand, just totally fading and exhausted from the pain.

When I was checked… after 20 hours… I was at 5 cm.

I melted down and demanded the epidural. I was done.

Let me just tell you one thing about the epidural… GAME. CHANGER. I literally napped… for hours! I had my legs propped up on a ball in every which way and just slept. I was happy and great. Every so often, those pesky contractions would come back and the anesthesiologist would give me another dose. It was great.

Check upon check, no change. They pumped me with pitocin, clocked nice and strong (and consistent) contractions, but no change. I literally hung off the bed in some weird Welchers position, laid on a birthing ball for hours, squated, etc… no change. I stayed at 5 cm, -3 station until my water finally sprung a leak, for 10-15 hours. I labored a bit more after my water broke. Henry had moved down a little bit (not much), but I still had no further change in dilation and my cervix started to swell.

With my last labor experience with Charlotte weighing on all of us, my doc urged us to consider a c-section. Mark and I talked (and cried) and gushed over the details, but ultimately, the decision was easy. It wasn’t worth the risk to Henry. It was time to call it and time to meet our baby.

At 10:30 am on Thursday, June 2nd, we met our little man. 10 lbs, 5 oz and 22.25” long. Born after nearly 42 weeks of pregnancy (original due date: May 20). It should be noted, that Henry came out howling! He was screaming on and off for the duration of the c-section (post birth). Little man was hungry and cold and wanted his mommy.

It’s interesting because the c-section experience was so different and just the whole thing felt so incredibly different. With Charlotte it was intense all the way through. There were no breaks. Just from one high intensity moment to the next, until we finally got her in our room, after she spent 5 hours in the NICU. With Henry, it was calm. I was rested. We had an easy c-section. They put him on me right after they weighed (and wiped) him. I was irked that they cleaned him off, but whatever. The frustrating part is that the anesthetics made me SO incredibly shakey. My whole body. I felt like I was freezing and just couldn’t calm my body down. Ultimately, I had to ask Mark to take Henry from me because I felt so unstable. But regardless, it was wonderful to have our sweet boy in our arms.

And then, just like that, we were four.

 

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Charlie & Henry

I have thought a lot about the introduction of Henry to Charlie over the past 42 weeks. It’s been unclear as to what Charlotte was truly anticipating with all the talk of Baby Henry, but regardless, she seemed to be excited.

Henry arrived on Thursday and on Friday evening, Charlotte came to the hospital to meet her brother.When my parents arrived at the hospital, we had Mark meet them downstairs and take C to get her a bit more comfortable (aka bribe her with some graham crackers). Then, he brought her up to see Mommy and meet her new brother.

The introduction could not have gone ant better. Charlotte was completely enamored and so deeply happy and excited. The video and pictures say much more than I ever could… get ready for heart-melting stuff…

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Introducing…

Henry Morris


After nearly 42 weeks of pregnancy and over 2 days of laboring, the little man arrived via repeat c-section this morning at 10:22am.

Wait for it… The “mini” guy was 10 POUNDS, 5 OUNCES and 22.25″ long! Can you even believe that? (Remember… I’m 5′ even)

How did two shorties make another giant kid? 

Henry is perfectly healthy and squishy and squeaky! We are over the moon.💙

41 Weeks, 4 Days

How far along: 41 Weeks, 4 Days – So, I survived the worst sinus infection to date in my 31 years and I’m feeling good. Baby and I are still hanging out in this ginormous bod of mine. Somehow, I’m still feeling pretty good (mentally and physically). Babes and I are sitting comfortably… well, bouncing comfortably.

Total weight gain: As of my last weigh-in on Friday (4 days ago), I had lost a pound or so. With that, I’m at a total weight gain of 32 lbs even. Like most 41.5 week pregnant mommas, I’m feeling SO SKINNY. haha But really, I don’t feel too bad!

Maternity clothes: I’m over maternity clothes… but still rocking nothing but.

Stretch marks: F this question. As of 41 weeks, I have stretch marks. Asshole stretch marks. My doc said they might go away post-birth. I’m not overly confident, but I will say, they look better than when I first discovered them. I’m scared for my post-birth stomach, but trying to stay optimistic. There’s always really fancy and expensive lasers to zap that shit off once I have tons of excess money just slapping me in the face… right?

Sleep: Since being sick and being totally unable to sleep for more than 1 hour at a time, I’m 1000% grateful for my “only woke up three times to pee last night” sleep. It’s so luxurious.

Best moment of this week: I had an amazing time this weekend. The weather was perfect and our little family of three really enjoyed every available minute. I’m very thankful we had the time together.

Miss anything: I could go for some oysters.

Movement: Yes, yes. Little bugger likes to try to widen my stomach with his tiny feet. I’m guessing my ritzy womb is getting a bit tight these days.

Food cravings: Oysters and champagne.

Anything making you queasy or sick: My sinuses were trying to murder me via facial explosion. But that since has passed.

Have you started to show yet: BOOM, BOOM, BOOM… that’s the sound I make crossing the room.

Gender: Comfy, cozy little dude.

Labor signs: Well, I am definitely not in labor… so I don’t know how to answer this question. But am I having contractions? Yes. I had a very friendly (and by friendly I mean breath-stealing, reached-my nostrils) membrane sweep on Friday. It didn’t kick me into labor, but I’m hoping it has at least helped me to progress. Fingers crossed that my doc can fit me in this afternoon for round two of Operation Torture Mommy to Get Baby Out.

Belly button in or out: Ihave the weirdest belly button. It’s outward, but still very inny. Anytime Charlotte sees it, she does a double take.

Wedding rings on or off: Still rocking the wedding band and can definitely still get my engagement ring on… but it’s off.

Happy or moody most of the time: Ihave somehow been in a great mood (post-sinus hell).

Looking forward to: Baby, baby, baby!

Still Alive & Still Pregnant

My last post was pretty doom and gloom, so I figured it might be nice to share an update.

I have officially survived the worst of the most awful and painful sinus infection in my 31 years (hopefully). I’m three days into my antibiotic (not happy to be on antibiotics, but there was no denying that it was inescapable this time) and already feeling such improvements.

For two days, I was totally unable to sleep or lie down or do much of anything besides take steam showers, smash my face between ice packs and whimper. 

But, things are better. I can almost open my mouth all the way and didn’t have to smoosh my face in ice packs at all today. My sense of smell and taste are still pretty lost, but it can’t be long now!

I am also still very pregnant. 41 weeks, 1 day to be exact.

But, it’s Memorial Day weekend and we’re off to a good start. Hubs and I went for our ramen noodle obsession last night (thanks, Milly!) and today had a nice day with the tot and evening with my parents. 

Here are a few pics…


Severe Insult to Injury

I am currently sitting at the kitchen island, desperately hoping that the next 56 minutes somehow fly by.

I slept a total of maybe 3 or 4 hours last night because I was in excruciating pain. Don’t get excited… I’m not talking about labor pains.

I’m talking about the worst sinus pain of my life. I can hardly open my jaw, my entire face/gums/teeth/head are throbbing in pain. I finally broke down and took Tylenol yesterday, which of course did not help.

I’ve been fighting what I’ve known is a sinus infection for the past week. It seemed like it was improving until I woke up yesterday in serious pain. That pain has become even more debilitating.

To make it worse, I’m so tired and all I want to do is curl up and cry; however, from experience, I know that laying down makes the pain worse, as does crying. So instead, I’m sitting here trying to distract myself with this blog, desperately waiting for my appointment with the doc, at which point I hope he has some pregnancy-safe miracle drug to help me survive.

And as if that isn’t enough for my weakened, 41 week pregnant soul to take, after 84 total weeks of pregnancy (with my first and now this pregnancy), my stomach – as of last night – is littered in stretch marks. I can’t even acknowledge the severe level of bullshit. 

To say that I’m feeling very “kicked” right now would be an understatement. Also, did I mention that baby is still comfy cozy inside? 

Send this momma strength and healing energy… Please…

40 Weeks & 3 Days, OB Check & Continued Bouncing

I’m sure some of you have been wondering if my recent disappearance is because I’m deep in those first few days of new mommyhood (again). Let me clarify… I am not. Instead, I am taking walks, having induction massages (talk about a dousy), eating dates, drinking red raspberry leaf tea, and bouncing incessantly on my birthing ball.


Photos taken on 5/20/16

How far along: 40 Weeks, 3 Days – Once again, it’s super weird to have this pretty arbitrary (at least in my case) date that you’re counting down to and then have it arrive and pass just like that. I’m not totally sure how it makes me feel. This morning as I was taking a nice long walk, I thought, this is it! I’m here. We did it. But then at moments, I get a little negative or at minimum, skeptical, and start thinking… uh oh… is this happening again?

Meaning, is this baby going to refuse to come on his own like his stubborn big sis?

Honestly, I don’t feel like that’s the case. This pregnancy feels different. But, only time will tell… and until then, I’ll be on my birthing ball bouncing away the days.

Total weight gain: I gained about 1.3 lbs this past week, taking my total weight gain to 33.4 lbs. Woot, woot! Go me! Also, my swelling is almost non existent. It’s crazy. Last pregnancy, I was in a puffy, swollen suit. This time, I still have arches AND bone structure in my feet.

Maternity clothes: IMaybe it was a bit premature, but I’ve started pulling some of my maternity clothes out of my drawers. I’m over it. Ready to wear real clothes again… and by real clothes, I mean yoga pants (that don’t tuck into my bra) and nursing tanks.

Stretch marks: I had SUCH a scare last Thursday. I’m not sure what I bumped into, but I had a nice thick line of broken blood vessels across my belly. I stared in the mirror for about 5 minutes before asking the hubs what the f*** I was looking at. There was no way that my body managed a 43-week pregnancy and 40 weeks of a second without a single stretch mark and than BAM… one right across the center of my belly.

Thankfully, it’s fading. I must have run into something and broke some blood vessels.

Sleep: Sleep still isn’t amazing. It’s not terrible, but not amazing. However, I’ve gotten REALLY good at napping. The past 4-5 days, I’ve taken a solid 2-3 hour nap every day. How great is that?

Although, the toddler was CRAZY last night. Oy. She woke up at 1 or so and was whimpering, then crying… Mark went in, then she was bawling. I talked to her over the monitor, then more tears. I went in… even more sobs.

Finally, we just let her whine it out, but she literally kept waking up randomly with the loudest shrieks. Oy. As a result, she’s got her spice on today.

Best moment of this week: I had such a great weekend with the family. The weather was beautiful, we didn’t have much we had to do… it was just nice. And Charlotte was a little doll.

Miss anything: I’m not really in “missing mode”… although, I’d be really happy if little man would arrive. This momma is ready to meet her man.

Movement: Yes! He’s still poking around in there. And hopefully making his way down the rabbit hole.

Food cravings: I don’t know… I’m getting pretty full pretty quickly these days.

Anything making you queasy or sick: My toddler and husband? Sorry to throw you two under the bus, but I’m over this cold! Thankfully, the worst seems to be behind me (knock on wood). I’m still VERY congested, but the exhaustion and sinus pressure/pain isn’t even a tiny fraction of what it was. I’ll call that a win.

Have you started to show yet: I’m at the point where everyone gives me a weird smile. I haven’t quite defined it, but I think it’s a cross between, “please don’t break them waters in my presence” and “aww, look at the wobbling weeble.”

Gender: Mister man.

Labor signs: I don’t know. I mean… baby’s still in there, so no?

Belly button in or out: I’ve gotta hand it to my belly button… it’s really doing some crazy things these days. Who knew it could manage such shapes and SUCH pressure. Do your thing, belly button.

Wedding rings on or off: So, I am still wearing my wedding band, but have taken off my engagement ring. It just became too much at night.

Happy or moody most of the time: I think I’ve been happy! Maybe a little crabby and “woes me” during the height of my cold, but generally happy. Shit… I’m about to have another baby! That’s happy stuff. Plus, I really can’t complain about my physical comfort. I’m really feeling good. My weekly chiropractor visits are paying off!

Looking forward to: I wanna meet my baby!!!!

OB CHECK UPDATE

Weight Gain: 1.3 lbs from last visit, 33.4 total

Heart Rate: 96 bpm

BP: 106/64

Baby’s Heart Rate: Ranged between 138 (where it sat most of the time) to 154 when he got excited

Baby Bump: About 39-40 cm

Other: I had a nonstress test on Friday, too. After nearly 2 hours, baby is not stressed. I’m sure you can imagine how excited I am to do ANOTHER one tomorrow… oh yay.

40 Weeks with a Cold…

Illness has been spreading through our house for weeks now and up until recently, I’ve managed to stay healthy. HOWEVER, now just one day from my due date, I’m battling a full-blown cold.

I’ve got that stuffy nose and head, sneezing, scratchy throat, non-stop running nose, coughing feeling like crap thing going on and I’m not happy about it.

I’ve literally been CHUGGING tea and water in hopes of flushing this beast of a cold out of my system, but for now, I’m just deep in it. I’m leaving to pick Charlotte up from school soon and will be spending the remainder of the day in my bed, which hopefully will help. But oy.

A cold at 40 weeks pregnant is just mean.

Hopefully it will pass quickly and I’ll be healthy and strong again soon to take on the marathon that is this impending labor.

Wish me luck!

39 Weeks, 3 Days & 39 Week OB Check

I took this photo on Monday, but haven’t had a chance to post. I’m going to skip my weekly update and say generally speaking, week 39 was pretty good. I had a great acupuncture appointment and chiropractor appointment that left me feeling pretty darn comfortable, all things considered.

My mood was generally stable. And of course, I turned the big 31.

OB CHECK UPDATE

As for my OB check, it went really well!

Weight Gain: I actually went down a few ounces… I know… I’m so skinny. Still sitting at right around 32 lbs total weight gain.

Heart Rate: 96 bpm

BP: 122/58

Baby’s Heart Rate: 135 – chill little man.

Baby Bump: Measuring around 40 cm

I now have another OB check scheduled for tomorrow. I still have not had a cervical check or anything of the sort and we have not discussed any interventions at this point. My hope is that we can continue down that path for one more week and discuss next steps at 41 weeks. I will; however, have a Non-Stress Test tomorrow to check on the little bugger. Based on how I’m feeling and how he’s continuing to splash around, I think all is good.