Sunday, November 25, 2018

Baby 4 Birth Story


The Birth of Baby Abigail

Abigail’s birth story starts a few days before she came into this world. On Wednesday of that week, my oldest came down with a gastro bug of some type. Obviously that’s not the situation a pregnant woman past her due date wants to deal with – how do you stop it from going through the entire house? It seemed to be a brief illness and she was feeling better the next day.

My appointment that week was on Thursday and we decided if baby hadn’t arrived by Monday of the next week, I would come in for a non-stress test. I was totally ok with that – I would have been past 41w at that point and typically delivered within that range. My first two births were inductions (40w5d, 41w) and my third was scheduled for induction at 41w2d but decided to beat her induction by a few hours and come on her own. At my 39w appointment, my doctor had referred to me as “The 41 Weeker” and I wear that badge with honor! She said we could talk about an induction the following week, when I’d be past 42w, if needed. As someone who has faced an induction multiple times, being given so much time and space was amazingly comforting. I felt certain that 1. I wouldn’t need an induction that far away and 2. If I DID make it past 42w, I wouldn’t care that I was being induced! Did I mention Thanksgiving was right in the mix of all these dates? There was zero pressure to beat the holiday or avoid a birth on Turkey Day.

As I left the appointment, I asked what her schedule looked like that weekend and who was on call. She reassured me she would be around, except for a football playoff game for her son’s team on Saturday. An out of town football playoff game. I commented that I had a friend who had been at Disney World the week before my third was born, returning home 2 days before the birth. The same friend was back at Disney World THIS week, scheduled to arrive home the following day (Friday). I can’t really explain why I was fixated on that weekend, but I wanted to know exactly what kind of timing I was working with.

I went to the grocery store that Thursday. I had all sorts of terrible junk food cravings during this pregnancy and resisted them all until the very end. I finally caved and bought some cereal (Cap’n Crunch, Shredded Wheat) and it had been so delicious. During this store trip, I bought more – Grape Nuts and some Kashi Honey Nut. After dinner that night, I ate two bowls of those two combined. Looking back to my third labor, I kind of carb loaded the night I went into labor – I ate a burger, fries and a sugar cookie. I just don’t eat much dessert or processed carbs on a regular basis but sometimes you just have to eat what sounds good during pregnancy!

On Friday morning, my husband started exhibiting symptoms that he had fallen to the tummy bug. It was a long day of taking care of 3 kids and checking on him to try to give him anything to stay hydrated. He finally gave up trying to get any work done and spent the rest of the day dozing in his recliner. And around dinner, I felt a contraction for the first time.

I had had lots of cramping and Braxton Hicks over the last few weeks but nothing combined together and nothing I would even consider needing to time. So when the first contraction happened, I knew exactly what it was. I tried to mentally will it away. Go away. Come back on Monday. Or Tuesday. Or even Thanksgiving. Just not today. I banged out an all-caps message to my friend in Canada, that I was having contractions and my husband was out of commission with a tummy bug! I knew there wasn’t anything she could do but I had to vent to someone who could calm me down and tell me it would be ok. I got the kids ready for bed a little early and we watched the Heat episode of Fat Salt Acid Heat. I downloaded a contraction timer and had a few contractions, but they were spaced very widely apart (about 15-17 minutes).  I ate a big bowl of cereal. I wasn’t really hungry but I just thought it sounded like a good idea.

I took a shower since I hadn’t had one that day and after I undressed, I caught my belly in the mirror. It was SO incredibly low…I don’t know if I’ve ever seen it like that. I continued to have contractions, even in the shower. I got the kids in bed and laid down. I turned my phone on airplane mode and put it on the nightstand. And the contractions kept coming. I grudgingly would grab my phone and add them to the timer app. They were about 13-14 minutes apart, lasting 45-60 seconds. After a few of those, I feared this gig was NOT going to evaporate, so I went to tell my husband I was having contractions. That was about 1 a.m. I decided to time a few more to see if moving around or getting up would have any effect. After 30 minutes of them coming 9-10 minutes apart, we decided I should call my parents.

While I had been in bed still, my mind was racing with “What’s the plan??” The plan HAD been to have my parents come over to watch my kids should there be a middle of the night situation, and my husband and I would head to the hospital. However, my husband could barely even get out of the recliner…he was in no condition to even get in a car, much less drive me to the hospital and support through labor (not to mention he didn’t want to spread germs!)

We decided both my parents would drive me up to the hospital while my husband went to sleep. He could handle (sort of) any kid wakeups but we hoped everyone would just stay asleep. I called my mom at 1:30. She and my dad arrived about 10 minutes later and I gave them the update on what all was going on. We arrived to the hospital around 2 a.m.

The l&d nurse who came to escort me upstairs asked my pain medication preferences and when I said I did not want an epidural, she said, “Would you like to go to one of our…” I finished the sentence: “Low Intervention Rooms? Yes, please!” Then she told me I had the right nurse – she was a “crunchy” nurse. She hooked me up to contraction and heartbeat monitors to get a baseline reading. She checked my progress and I was at about 4.5-5cm…not nearly as far as the 7 cm I had been with my third. However, I knew it didn’t FEEL like I had gone as far as 7, based on the fact I could still walk fairly normally. I hadn’t done progress checks in the OB’s office so I don’t know exactly when everything started moving.

She said she would come back and check me in 2 hours and then they would decide where to go from there. I was unhooked from the monitors and allowed to roam freely. I wasn’t even officially admitted as an l&d patient then and didn’t have any blood drawn or saline lock placed yet. When she came back to check, I had not dilated any further. This was really a disappointment. I had been laboring with contractions 7-8 minutes apart, lasting about a minute, for 2 hours and only had some softening to show for it. She said she would call my doctor to see what she wanted to do.

THANKFULLY, my doctor said I could stay, and that she was going to put her scrubs on and get back in bed. The nurse felt like if we could get the baby’s head into position, it wouldn’t take any time at all for things to move along nicely. I tried the peanut ball in the bed. I walked the halls. I sat on the exercise ball. I went to the bathroom. My contractions were longer and farther apart on the bed with the peanut ball and closer together/shorter when walking. Pick your poison, eh? I made it my job to do whatever it took to get “uncomfy” and open and get that baby putting pressure in the right spot. I’m sure I looked a funny creature – pretty floral labor gown, standard issue hospital gown worn as a robe, my Fuzzy Green Birthin’ Socks (there for all 4 births) and a big white blanket over my shoulders because the halls were cold!

The night nurse checked me again around 6:30 and I had finally made progress! Only to 6-7ish, though…sloooow going for me. Even with my inductions, once I hit about 5 or 6 cm, it was only a few hours until birth. And my third took under 2.5h to get from 7 cm to in my arms! So having been at the hospital for over 4 hours, plus a few hours at home was kind of frustrating. I had to put out of my mind the fact my husband wasn’t there. I just couldn’t even let myself think about it…I told myself the baby was going to come no matter who was in the room. Looking back, and processing details with my sister later, I think when I closed off my mind to not think about my husband being there, I shut off all communication to my support team. Moral of the story: prepare a backup birthing team with instructions and prompts so you don’t have to tell them what you need when you can’t talk. My husband knew what kinds of things to tell me and how to put pressure on me for relief, even as brief as my other unmedicated labor was. My mom and sister were absolutely ready and willing but I could not voice what I needed in the moment. The first week post-partum definitely involved a lot of teary processing at the realization I had gone through my longest (hardest?) labor with just me inside my own head.

The day nurse came on duty and she had given birth in the same room, so she was a great support person as well. My dad headed back to my house to be on the couch when my kids woke up, and my sister came up to help my mom support me. Things started to get kind of fuzzy on the times at this point. Did I mention there wasn’t a clock in the room? There was a nail for one and a sticky note that said “Clock” so I joked that it was SO low intervention that they didn’t even want you to focus on the time. The day nurse finally went and stole a clock from another room for the last hour and a half or so of my labor.

One feature of the LI room is a tub for laboring. I dreamed of being to get into warm water once regular contractions were hard to deal with. However, I never felt like I got to that point…I felt like I never got a rhythm where they got closer (3-5 min) and longer. I didn’t want to do anything to stall or slow things down, so I kept up the rotation of bed/hall/ball. I had also planned to use the tub when it would have just been my husband with me. I would have worn only a sports bra. It’s one thing to give birth with a different audience than you planned, but I felt it was another entirely to walk around a room with only a bra and a giant belly. I sat on the ball for probably about 30-45 minutes around this time and the nurse came to the room for Doppler (no belly monitors in this room – just handheld monitoring every 30 minutes) and said she was going to sit there and wait for a contraction to get the fetal tones during it. I told her “here you go!” and she didn’t have to wait long for it! She told me my doctor said she had to leave town at 11:30, at which point my care would be transferred to the hospitalist until late afternoon when she would be back. Did I mention I’ve always been a deadline worker?

After another round of the hall and a potty break, I just wanted to lay down. I didn’t want the peanut ball…I just wanted to lay on my side like I did to go to sleep every night. This was probably sometime around 8 a.m., I think. I had already pulled out the iPod with the same Enya album that got me through my 3rd labor and it is just a great mental escape for me. I was able to get really dozy between contractions and start humming and moaning through them. The nurse checked and I was finally at 8 cm! Thanks to my sister sending text updates to my husband (who was still asleep in bed, ha!), I know that this was around 9:15-9:20. (So it took almost 3 hours for me to go from 6-7ish to 8 cm. And a total of 7 hours to get to 8 from 4.5-5!! Even with my first induction, I went from 4cm - baby in only a few hours.) She told me a little later my doctor was on the way. I didn’t have a good grasp of time at this point so I was surprised that she had even called my doctor already! That’s the point where I almost broke down. I had tried so hard to be tough mentally, dealing with labor that was NOT what I had planned, as kind and willing as my support was. Knowing my doctor was on the way was a relief because that meant I was close AND it meant someone who had been there at all my other births was on the way.

I was sitting up at one point during this time and the nurse applied counter pressure to my lower back and it was such an incredible help to me! My mom jumped to the task and asked how and where she could help with any massage or pressure. I laid back down and she applied pressure to my back, and then I asked for my hips to be pressed instead.

The door opened and a head popped in, then disappeared. I thought it was someone who had entered the wrong room, but a few minutes later my mom said my doctor was on the premises! Remember, timing was REALLY fuzzy by this point and I thought it had just been a few minutes since my doctor had been summoned. Finally she was in the room!! She showed off a photo of her son who had been duck hunting that morning and if that doesn’t sum up my doctor, I don’t know what does! She loves her boys and is so proud of them. I love that she shares her life with her patients just like they share a pretty big day in their lives with her!

She checked my progress and said I was sooooo close, just a small lip remained. She said she could break my water and that would probably do the trick. I had thought my water had broken slightly when I was on the ball still, but there wasn’t a big gush ever. There was some communication and observation about whether or not my water was still intact, had it been a forebag, where’s a hook (nothing was in the proper location in this new style of laboring room, which made for a bit of chaos once it was time to get everything set up and my doctor in her gear. Where are the shoe covers? Why is there a fridge here instead of supplies? I need size small gloves!) When my doctor was checking my progress EVERYTHING HURT and I really didn’t want to be touched anymore.

The bed in the low intervention rooms is a full/queen(?) regular soft bed. It may be a little TOO soft, though, because I was up at the top and of course there’s a lot of bed between me and the foot. My doctor asked me to scoot down and there’s just no way to express that such an event could not happen on this planet or any other. I could not even raise my hand at this point. There was just so much pressure and I was trying to breathe and not fight the sensations, but to stay open and relaxed. So my doctor just hopped up on the bed on her knees which is not the easiest thing to do when you’re covered in baby-catchin’ gear, onto a soft bed. However, I greatly appreciated the accommodation!

My doctor did break whatever was remaining of my water. There wasn’t a huge gush but it still opened the flood gate - that first sensation of BABY HEAD. In my head it was like a lead salami shaped freight train. I’m sorry if that’s random or odd but that’s what it felt like. I was powerless to stop the sensation…it’s conflicting when you don’t want to feel it any more but you also know it’s what has to happen. Then there was a break with nothing. It felt like a long gap but I’m sure it was only maybe 20 seconds. It was like the space of time when a home run soars out of the park, when a figure skater flies, when a glass is briefly suspended before crashing on the floor. Nothing. Happened. Nothing. Hurt. Then another, more powerful shift of the baby freight train that lasted longer than the first move, and a really short Gap of Nothing. My sister whispered “You’re almost there!” Thennnnn the final really long really ouchy “make it stop just hold on for the ride” descent ending in a baby head popping out, a glistening baby body flying out right after it and plopping onto the bed. I know my OB is a top notch, skilled baby catcher, but I have to say I was relieved there was soft bed under baby, not open space.



It’s a girl!!! We had waited to find out what we were having. I just realized I don’t know who told my husband what we had just had. Someone texted him to let him know! We definitely weren’t able to communicate with friends and family as much as other births because my husband wasn’t there and I tried to text his family at 8:30 (I’m amazed my brain could function that well by then) but later I realized the text hadn’t sent. I didn’t ever want someone in our immediate family to find out the news on Facebook so I apologize if our normal contact list was overlooked!




Every pregnancy is different and every birth is different. I did not do any pushing to get Abigail out. My body and her body pushed her out without effort from me. In a way it was a relief. Obviously there is a hormone surge and can help even the most fatigued mother endure birth but it had been a really long night/morning. During the last weeks I would think to myself “Take a nap today, because if you went into labor this tired, you’d struggle.” I really tried to care for my health and energy level with exertion and diet, but hey, I’m also a mommy so things are busy all the time. I know that age is just a number but I feel like I performed at least as well as with my first, almost 10 years earlier. And my recovery after unmedicated birth has been so much easier than inductions with epidurals. I will not lie. At one point on the ball, when I hadn’t made much progress despite hours of work, I thought, “You can give in. You can get something that will make you feel warm and comfy and take all this pain away.” But the other part of my brain said “Hang in there for the easy recovery, it’s just a matter of outlasting the clock.” It’s good to do hard things. It’s good to push yourself. I’m glad I run because running is great training for birth. I ran a 5 miler at 7 weeks and had a toenail stabbing another toe for the last mile. What can you do, though, but finish the race? I also ran a 10k at 10 weeks and although it sounds crazy, I felt BETTER on days when I ran and was not so queasy. So if you are planning a pregnancy and birth, I highly recommend running for physical and mental strength.

I am so thankful for the relationship I developed with my OB over 10 years and 4 pregnancies. I cannot imagine better care – I felt observed and considered but not scrutinized; I was never scared with worst case projections. My 20 week ultrasound had showed placenta previa with an anterior placenta –  potentially the trickiest kind of case. My doctor didn’t brush it off but also didn’t say or do anything that would make me really anxious about it. (Not like a pregnant lady needs help on that front, right??) And at 28 weeks, it had cleared, thankfully.

I feel like I’m forgetting some details or things I wanted to note but I can always add them later. I wanted to get down the bulk of this story before it started fading away. I just feel so blessed to have these little people who call me Mommy-Can-I-Have-A-Snack and each of their entrances was so unique and a part of who they are. Thanks for reading!


Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Dishes Never Endeth

Something is wrong with my son's tummy.

But it's getting better.

He was diagnosed with colitis in January, right before turning 4. We had some diagnostic tests run to figure out why he wasn't growing, why he had constant diarrhea, why he was tired and whiny and why his little tummy was so bloated.

There's a family history of Celiac Disease and some of the symptoms matched up so we were anticipating that as a possible diagnosis. After the scopes, the doctor informed us his colon was in bad shape.

The official diagnosis came a few days later, after the biopsy and blood test results came back, along with prescriptions for antibiotics and steroids. However, they were not immediately available at the pharmacy.

Google was available, though.

I typed in "diet for colitis" and the Specific Carbohydrate Diet popped up as a result. Since we thought he may have Celiac Disease, we were mentally prepared for managing a condition with diet. His doctor offered a few tips when I asked him after the diagnosis - limit sugars, avoid processed meats and foods. The initial thinking that he had a carbohydrate malabsorption issue (summer 2015) was in fact accurate. His body doesn't properly use carbohydrates in certain forms.

What is the Specific Carbohydrate Diet? It's a grain-free, low starch, monosaccharide diet. Nothing processed. Almost nothing with an ingredient label. No potatoes, sweet potatoes, parsnips, turnips or other starchy roots. Honey is the only sweetener (and what a fine option it is!) Meat, well-aged cheese, fruit, colorful veggies, nuts and homemade yogurt fermented for 24 hours to eliminate the lactose are all part of the daily routine here. (Currently, all fruit and veggies are well cooked to ease digestion. Nuts are very limited.)

Diet is not the typical mainstream medical recommendation for IBD. Usually people go on various medication to control the inflammation and their body's response to triggers. Over the course of a lifetime, the doses and medication strengths increase. When those (almost always) inevitably fail, surgery results. How could I subject my 4 year old to a lifetime of drugs only to face removal of his colon in 5, 10, 15, 20 years? Many people aren't diagnosed until late teens or adulthood.

This is my baby boy. I still push him on the swing. He sleeps with a stuffed lizard and chameleon.

It's a lot of work, chopping, shopping, stirring, steaming and roasting. Lots of dishes. But how blessed am I to have the privilege of stepping into my kitchen every day to help heal my son?

We feel a little socially isolated here at the start of this journey. I'm not quite feeling so buried in dishes but I haven't quite gotten to the point where I feel like jumping into hosting lots of people over for meals. So many things in our society revolve around FOOD and it's tricky right now.

I am retraining myself with the use of the word "hard." This diet - SCD - is not hard. It is work. Work is not hard, it's just work. It is my work. I hope one day when he is a grown man he will value work and appreciate the work it took to help him grow. It is my pleasure to afford him the chance to grow and develop, and to watch it happen.

Did I mention we are starting to see results? He is happy. He runs and jumps and plays outside all day (and sometimes in the dark). He volunteers to help me do things. He's growing. And as of this week, his bathroom visits are NORMAL. I know it's not delicate to talk about poop. But it's a big deal when your 4 year old has a normal bowel movement for the first time in his entire LIFE.

This diet works. We don't need a pharmacy, we need a farm. Since we are city folk, I'm getting creative with food storage.  We appreciate so much all of our friends and family staying informed and supportive with us on this journey. It means SO much for you to ask "How is he doing on the diet?" I am happy to answer any questions, any time! You may get a longer answer than you bargained for, so thanks for listening.

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Wednesday, January 21, 2015

What Birth Costs (in Texas, anyway...)

At the end of 2013, I was shopping for insurance plans. I had two choices - keep my current plan or “upgrade” to a more comprehensive plan including maternity coverage. My existing plan - held since 2012 - had NO maternity coverage, so I knew if I became pregnant that all expenses would be paid by us in cold hard credit card.

Guess what? I gestated from March - December of 2014. I just paid the last bill for the birth this week and now have a grand total of what it cost to be a self-pay patient having a baby (under the care of an OB, in a hospital, in the state of Texas.)

I don’t want to seem uncouth by talking about expenses or personal money matters. But when I was trying to research my options for insurance, a big factor was the cost difference in the new plans vs. the one I already had. I wanted to know if the additional premium was worth it should I need the maternity coverage. I had a hard time tracking down answers and finally just had to take a risk and make a decision. I’m writing this because I hope it can help someone else in my situation. I realize that all care providers and care facilities have drastically different costs based on many factors. However, I would have been thrilled to find a blog post giving any comparison in options with actual numbers associated with them. I hope this is useful to someone out there!

My first OB visit - confirmation of pregnancy - was a doozy. I could have bought some very nice shoes or handbags for the nearly $700 I shelled out for an ultrasound, lab work and doctor consult. However, past that initial visit, my doctor offered a self-pay/cash price of $3500. That amount covered all remaining routine office visits and hospital delivery (labs and ultrasounds excluded).  If I paid in full by my 5th appointment, I could receive a discount of 15%. I already had the money saved, so it was an easy decision to pay early and make that total only $2975.

The most expensive additional expense for prenatal care was the anatomy scan - about $350. Then there were a couple of other lab/blood work expenses totaling about $175.

The second largest chunk of an expense was the actual hospital stay. For a 36 hour stay including an uncomplicated vaginal delivery, my local hospital has a flat rate of $1995 as long as you pay at admission or discharge. I checked in around 3 a.m. the day I went into labor, baby was born a little after 6 a.m., and we were home in time for a late lunch the following day.

In the hospital, we incurred expenses for the newborn hearing screen ($160) and newborn initial assessment, admission and discharge ($250).  There was also a state screening blood test costing $75 when baby was 48 hours old.

I have rounded some of those figures to the next nearest “pretty” number, and that total comes to $6680. I am not anticipating any further bills but will update this amount if needed after any other bills arrive.

So what does it cost to have a baby out of the hospital? A local midwife charges $4000 and, if you elect to deliver at the birth center instead of at home, there is an additional $1000 fee. She does offer a cash discount to uninsured patients of $500, but the total does not include ultrasounds.

I have seen what a “real” hospital bill, as in one that has been processed by insurance, looks like. It’s in the $20,000 range easily. It’s kind of frustrating knowing that my personal expenses with a maternity-including plan would have cost me at least $200 more a month in premium costs. Not to mention that my deductible would have been at least $1500 for both me AND baby, and then I would have had 20-50%  left for me to pay. I can’t imagine how I would have SAVED any money by purchasing a more inclusive insurance plan - I would have paid $2400+ in premium increases, plus $3000 minimum in deductibles, plus $50 per OB office visit (13 in all = $650). Just that amount  - $6050 - is almost what I ended up paying, and I still would have had the 20-50% of the total amounts on top of that. I think it is plain to see I came out ahead by paying cash and sticking to my old plan, as I would have been responsible for at least another $600 easily, based on my past experiences. I would have had higher expenses for the future, too, than I do by keeping my current plan.

I would have saved some by choosing a birth center birth under the care of a midwife, but when you take out the cost of the ultrasounds (2 of them - $580) from of my total, the difference shrinks to $1100 (or $1600 if you paid cash for the midwife/birth center). Midwife care is a great option for many low-risk patients, but I value highly my relationship with my OB and have had really great hospital birthing experiences. I am very thankful that my preferred method and place of birthing is affordable and feel blessed to live in a place where that is so.

Like I said, I hope this information is helpful to someone who is researching birth costs as a cash or self-pay patient. Every care provider and facility that I called had a cash price ready, so don’t be afraid to call and ask what kind of deal you can receive for payment in full or ahead of time.

Stay fluffy!

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

The Birth of Roslyn Marie

The Birth of Roslyn Marie

If you’ve read my previous post…it’s ok to laugh at me after you read this one. Looking back, I was definitely having some hormonal emotional release and clean-out on the Saturday before Roslyn was born. I mistook it for despair over not laboring naturally. Little did I know what would happen the following night!

Get comfy. This is long.

I had a good long cry in the shower on Saturday evening and went to WalMart to buy hair bows and sibling gifts. (This was after a fruitless trip to my favorite baby boutique for the same items, which only compounded my negative feelings earlier that day.)  I went by myself because I just needed some alone time. I took my sweet time and walked around the store for probably an hour or so.

On Sunday, we got up and went to church. I wore a dress I had worn for my birthday dinner date in August. It is not maternity but functions well as such. It also did little to hide the size of my 41w1d belly. This was not my first time going to church services post-due date, but I had never gone past 41w before!



People did remark on the fact  I was “still there” but I really had a happy outlook on it and knew that I could not stay pregnant forever and would go in the next day for an induction. The other expectant mother at our congregation had given birth on the previous Friday, so I was once again the last pregnant lady standing. I was so proud of myself for not crying or melting down at any comments or discussion about my gestational state! I didn’t wear mascara just to be safe, though.

We ate lunch at my parents’ house as is our custom and then went home for group naptime. I thought about leaving my older kids with my parents, but decided we ALL needed a good solid nap before the week, so we went ahead and all came home. All day on Sunday I had been having random contractions but nothing routine or timing-worthy. I had a glorious nap and woke up feeling very refreshed and rested.

We went to evening worship services and then out to dinner with our dear friends so the kids could have another normal routine item checked off for the week (they love eating with THEIR friends, too!). I had a nice burger, fries and even ate a cookie for dessert. For a week I had been craving terrible things like milkshakes, cupcakes, donuts, buttered yeast rolls…things I had not been eating but that now sounded amazing. I think my body wanted to carb-load. I had lost 3 lbs in the last week, so that probably had something to do with it.

We had the kids’ bags packed to take them over to my parents’ house for the night, since we had a 5:30 wakeup call the next morning to call and go in for my induction. We came home, watched a TV show in peace, I did some laundry and dishes along with some last-minute household business issues and put any cooked food from the fridge into the freezer. Then we started settling down for bed around 11:30. My husband went ahead and shaved and we just visited while I puttered around the bedroom making sure I had everything in order.

Sometime after 12, my husband said…you’ve had a lot of contractions today. Should you be timing those? I brushed it off because I had been having contractions at bedtime for weeks with no routine or consistency, or they would just stop when I’d decide to time them. I was sitting on the edge of the bed and my phone was allll the way across the room charging, so I said I didn’t have my phone to use the timer app. He told me to use his and download the app. I timed a few, then it was time to crawl in bed so I handed the phone over to him and would just moan to signal the start of a contraction.

I was surprised to learn that I was having them at regular 10-12 minute intervals, and they were lasting for 1.5-2 minutes. We timed those for an hour. I had never had them for such a long time as an hour. I decided if I had them routinely for another 30 minutes, we’d go to the hospital to have me checked out for any progress.

Immediately the contraction spacing shortened to 7 minutes, with duration of 1-1.5 minutes. After I had three of those, I said, Let’s get dressed and get into the van. I very slowly got dressed and shuffled to the living room, where I had to stop a few times and wait for a contraction. I would try to anticipate the breaks so I could try to hurry (hahaha) to the car before another one started.

Of little surprise was the fact that the roads were TOTALLY clear at 2:45 a.m. Even then, I still doubted I was actually in labor, because I wasn’t timing contractions at this point, and thought for sure each one was the last and they would just fizzle out and dry up. But every time I thought that,  an even bigger contraction came along.

We parked in the parking garage and even debated on whether or not to take the bags with us, if I had to be checked in Triage. We decided to take it all in so my husband wouldn’t have to leave me. It took about 20 minutes to make the usual 5 minute walk to the ER because I kept having to stop for a contraction. Along the walk is a healing garden that features water-wall fountains. It’s very nice…until you’re a laboring pregnant woman who could really use a bathroom. Then it’s a little stressful. But we FINALLY made it to the entrance.

The registration clerk took one look at me enduring a contraction in the doorway and told another patient being discharged that she would complete his discharge right after she got me in the system. EVEN THEN, standing at the admit counter, I doubted the contractions would keep up. But of course another one always came. She offered a wheelchair, summoned an L&D nurse, and up the elevator we went! We got to the room about 3:20 or so. The nurse took all of my info - really fun to answer questions while breathing through contractions - and inserted my IV. She finally checked my cervical progress around 3:40 and I was delighted/amazed/surprised/not surprised to learn that I was all the way to 7 cm!! I had opted out of cervical checks at my OB appointments until my last appointment the previous week, when I did have her check because of the contraction activity I had been having. I was at 3 cm that week, and I think that bolstered my desire to wait until after 41w for an induction. I was so excited to make progress on my own!!


It's early, y'all!


The nurse left us then and I tried to find a good position for dealing with the pain and pressure. I ended up being in the bed with my knees up a bit, kind of just reclining. I tried to stay loose and relaxed but that’s really hard when you hurt. I did get up at one point to go potty and then I had terrible chills and shivers after that. The nurse brought a warm blanket and my husband put on my fuzzy green birthin’ socks for me. I don’t really wear them any other time - they stay in the closet and I've taken them to the hospital each time I've had a baby. They make me look pretty hot, yo. I settled back into my position once I stopped shivering. The hour from 4-5 was the longest and the clock seemed to creeeeep along. I would have an awful contraction, then a REALLY awful one. I started liking the awful ones because they weren't as bad as the really awful ones, and just trying to survive the really awful ones to get to the relief of the merely awful. Isn't labor fun?

Every evening for a few weeks, I had been listening to Enya's And Winter Came album. I’d fold laundry, get ready for bed and wind down to that CD. I had it on the iPod and asked my husband to get it out for me. My coping mechanism was humming. I had read it was good to vocalize through contractions and to keep the throat open and relaxed, and humming is perfect for that. The nurse said she taught childbirth classes and would have to remember that as a tip to pass on. I was like…I thought other people knew to hum or something! I hummed to the Enya CD and other things as well - various classical pieces, church hymns, major scales…anything to distract, keep me busy, keep my throat and body as relaxed as it could be. I had prepped my husband with a list of things to tell me during the hard parts. That the pain was bringing baby closer. That the contractions were moving her down. That the really awful ones were doing the most work and that it would be so soon baby would be in my arms. I had him put pressure on one knee and one shoulder or hold my hands. Rubbing was distracting and painful so I just had him put solid pressure on me so I knew he was there. Poor thing, he really just wanted a cup of coffee, but it took 45 minutes for him to procure it because I couldn’t bear to be left during some of the contractions, which had then started doubling up every 5 or 6 of them.

Around 5, I called the nurse to see when the next progress check was. She said they did them every 2 hours. That was still about 40 minutes away. She said she’d need 20 minutes to get the doctor there and that she had faith that as a third time mommy, I’d be able to let her know in adequate time. She had told me the doctor on call was my doctor’s husband (they work in the same practice). But when she came back later, she told me that MY doctor would come in for me. That made me so happy, because I would have been fine with another option but really love my doctor and the fact that she has caught all of my babies! I did feel a little bad for waking someone up in the middle of the night…but that’s just the business of birthing babies!

Around 5:30, I had a contraction that was quite different. Previously, the pain had been in the front. It was now wrapping around my lower abdomen/pelvic area like a really thick rubber band and was squeezing me all around my body, even my back. I also felt a smaller rubber band-like squeezing sensation on the inside. I called the nurse after a couple of those because I knew something was different.

She waited for a contraction, then checked progress. I was complete and she said so, and that if my water was broken, I would have my baby. She left to call my doctor.

True to her word, my doctor scooted into the room at 6:03! (Thankfully my husband was notating all of these times for me!) She sat down to get her booties and gown on - it seemed like it took forever, when I just wanted her to come over and help me get this baby out! Finally she stood in front of me and broke my water. It seemed like it was difficult to get to break, but then I was so thankful to hear that it was clear! That was just one of those little puzzle pieces that would make birth/prompt breastfeeding less worrisome.

And then, finally, it was time to push!! Let’s just say that the sensations of pushing without an epidural are vastly different than the ones with an epidural. I felt a little scattered for the first push but then my doctor and nurse guided me into directing the force of my efforts. THEN I started to make some progress. And I also made some very primal noises unique to that sitation. I remember thinking I just wanted my doctor to start talking about seeing the head. The next push, she said she could see lots of dark hair. Then they told me to take a big deep breath and PUUUUSH. It was like the biggest baddest push I have ever done and it felt like a tree log barely drifting along. But then the head was out! Oh yeah…and that ring of fire. Totally. Yeah. Felt.It. Then one more little push and out popped baby! My doctor said, “Look down, it’s your baby!!” And there she was! My first thought, which may be silly about an 8 lb 5 oz baby, was “butterball.” She was just really filled out! My doctor commented I had been hiding her somewhere in my tummy! She thought for sure that although I had measured on track with growth, that my belly was smallish so I might only have a 7 lb-something baby.

My birth plan is really simple. Have baby. Breastfeed baby. Go home with baby. Anything more specific gets barked out at the appropriate time. I keep it minimal for the care providers. Before my doc broke my water, I told her my requests: no cutting, wait on clamping, baby on chest. Easy peasy. As soon as Roslyn was out, the nurse flipped my gown down to put her on my chest. Ooooh there’s just nothing like that moment. Then they dumped gloriously warm cleansing solution on me and it felt so good! Until they mashed on my tummy to finish up the after-birthing. That did NOT feel so awesome. I had a very small tear and my doctor said she could poke me once to numb me, then do two stitches, or I could just be poked twice for the two stitches. I picked the fewer pokes. I just breathed through it and then it was over!

My doctor showed me the sac and the placenta and it is just so cool to see this…thing that your body makes from tiny cells to house and nourish a baby. The bag was still very formed, with only a baby-sized hole in it.  I was shocked it had not ruptured on its own during labor, but then I could see why. When the nurse had told me that my baby would come if water broke, I thought for sure that another contraction like the ones I was having would do the trick. I honestly thought I would feel a gush during the next really awful contraction, but obviously I didn’t. But I don’t think pushing would have been productive with the  bag intact.

And just like that, my doctor’s work was done and she was off for the rest of her day, awake a little earlier than usual, but with her schedule freed up from having to come check on me later in the day! ;)

A nurse came to the door and said my sister was there. I asked for a couple of minutes to get cleaned up but when the door opened, I saw my sister’s incredulous face at realizing the birth was over!! I had told family and friends we’d text them with updates throughout the morning when we got to the hospital for the induction. We did send out a few updates, but my sister told me it puzzled her because she didn’t know why she was getting these updates so early in the morning, when we weren’t supposed to go in until after 6 sometime. Then when she was walking down the hall and getting closer to my room, she heard a baby crying and thought no way had birth already happened…but of course, it had!

The nursery came to do vitals and weigh baby right in the room! I loved never being apart from my baby. That is a relatively new option at the hospital, and I was happy to take advantage of it. I stayed in the LDR room until almost 9, then they moved me to the PP room. I noticed right away that it was much more spacious than the rooms I had stayed in previously, and the nurse confided that she had told the PP department that I was a personal friend of my doctor, so they gave me the nice room. It was very nice to have the extra space for family and friends to visit, for sure!!


With my awesome OB!


I wasn't supposed to eat after midnight for the induction, so I thought I was just going to miss breakfast but would have a baby by lunch. Wrong! I didn't even have to skip breakfast! I have had a dinner baby, a lunch baby and now a breakfast baby.

Well, I’m sure I have left some details out but I wanted to get as much of what was rolling around in my head down before I forget it. I may update if I remember something. But for the most part, this is the way that Roslyn Marie came into the world on December 15, 2014 at 6:12 a.m., weighing 8 lb 5 oz at 20.75” long. I kept thinking certain dates would be fun - 12/12 for Aggies, 12/13/14 for a really cool date, 12/14 because my birthday is 8/14. I just wasn't thrilled with 12/15 as my induction date…but now that it’s the date that Roslyn chose for her own birthday, I love it.


My standard post-partum hospital outfit from all 3 births - black top, black pants, black robe! 
Look at that fluffy AppleCheeks bum!! 


We are doing great and she loves to eat! My milk came in on Tuesday evening, the quickest for me yet at under 48 hours!



Thanks for reading!

Stay fluffy!

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Pregnant Forever

(Edited after the fact: I know this sounds really jaded and bitter. Please realize I'm not so negative in real life, I was just REALLY pregnant and REALLY hormonal. And REALLY close to labor, I just didn't know it yet...)

I won't be pregnant forever. December Baby has been served an eviction notice for Monday the 15th. I'll be induced.

Again.

For the third time.

Because my body fails me.

I don't know why I don't go into labor on my own. It's really frustrating. I tried so hard this time to be healthier - something I thought might make a difference and something I could control. But while I'm glad I'm, you know, healthier, it's still a bummer to have all the energy and effort end in the same result as when I DIDN'T take care of myself: watching a clock countdown.

I started out this pregnancy 40 lbs lighter than other ones. FORTY POUNDS. I ran a 5k at 20 weeks, in July, in Texas, because I'm insane. I ate as Paleo-ish as I could, once I could stomach anything that grew on a tree or plant again. I did a Whole30 at 8 months. I denied myself so many times of garbage food that popped up as sounding good occasionally, like donuts, ice cream, fries, cake, cereal and chocolate. You know...all that junk that pregnant women seem to get by with eating. It didn't mesh with my goal of HEALTHY BODY FOR BEST FUNCTION, so I skipped it. And it was pointless. The only thing I have to show for it is a 30 lb weight gain instead of my previous 40-45+ chub addition. I'm not swollen or puffy anywhere, and I think for 41w, I look ok for a third-time mid-thirties mommy past yet another due date. But I'd trade looking miserable for going into labor. (Edit: I'm so very glad now that I took care of myself. My recovery has been a breeze and I feel amazing and FUNCTIONAL. So take care of your body during pregnancy and beyond no matter what!)

I even made "progress" on my own, when in the past I seemed locked up tighter than a bank vault. It's encouraging that my body can at least do that...but it doesn't really matter in the end if the only way I'll end up with my baby on the outside is an IV of drugs. I feel like my cervix is just taunting me.

The first time was 40w5d. Then 41w. Now 41w2d. I get a little more breathing room each time, but I really should just give up at go in at 40w. Why prolong it? If my body would naturally labor at 43 weeks, I'll never know, because there are no care providers here or elsewhere who will tend to me to that point. But based on my babies' weights and appearances, they would not cook until 43. If 42 is the magic number, well, what's less than a week before that, at this point?

I just know so many people who have lifestyles and body shapes on the two extremes - marathon runners with pristine diet, and the more fluffy approach with bad junk food cravings. And lots of in-between. And the whole range has normal function...except me. Some people BEG their doctor to get the baby out already. I'm the patient asking for just a few more days. My doctor jokes with me that I'm her most boring patient. I'm happy to have uncomplicated pregnancies and (outside induction) deliveries. But I guess being induced in convenient daytime hours just seals the deal on low-maintenance...no 3 a.m. wake-up calls for my babies! (Edit: My choice of time to mention here amuses me greatly after the fact, as my doctor did indeed receive a call between 3 and 4 a.m.!! Oops! Sorry about that!)

Another point of frustration is that NO ONE UNDERSTANDS. I don't know anyone who has walked in these shoes. All of my friends either go into labor by 40-41 weeks, have c-sections, or happily sign up for inductions at the earliest point. Why me? Why does someone who actually cares about it and has a certain philosophy on pregnancy and birth have to endure this path?

Well, sorry for the downer of a post, but these are the ramblings of a past-due pregnant lady who wants to meet her baby soon, but not yet, but can do nothing about it. Obviously. It was a 9 month experiment in self-control and hope, and it was for naught. We've always said we wanted 4 kids so there would be no middle kid, but I don't know if my heart could take this kind of letdown again.

Fluffy Out.




Thursday, December 11, 2014

Let's Talk About Tags

Hello, blog world!

What's new with me? Well, I was due on the 6th - 5 days ago - with December Baby. I am still waiting on her arrival, so why not blog?

I see a lot of posts in Peace.Love.AppleCheeks on Facebook about tag type. I made a handy dandy graphic several weeks ago as a visual aid for what the tag type names mean:




However, I also see lots of questions about "Did xyz color come in xyz tag?" Why does tag type matter? Some people (cough*collectors*cough) like to have alll the tags. Also, the tags signify time frame in which the diaper was produced, and there have been various leg elastic lengths during the almost 7 years of AppleCheeks being produced! Obviously, leg elastic length can change how the cover fits. In MANY cases, shorter leg elastic lengths were used in the Skinny Apple Tags when compared to Fat Apple Tags. However, keep in mind that 1. these diapers are handmade and there may be slight variations; 2. elastics can relax over time; 3. elastics may have been replaced at some point in the diaper's history. Also, during the transition period between Skinny Apple - Fat Apple Tags, the leg elastic length change did not occur simultaneously. So leg elastic length and "size" more specific than 1 or 2 (or 3 - now available!) is not always an exact science. New Fleece started being used with some Beet It - a better gauge of leg elastic length is fleece type rather than apple type on tag. New Fleece diapers almost always have the longer elastic length.

But enough about elastics. Let's talk about tags. Here is a list of which colors came in which tags, and, following, which tags can be found on each color. I'd love to share pretty chart with this info...but I hope that it is still useful in its pared-down form.

Vintage Tag:
Sailor Blue (navy)
Cherry Tomato (red)
Eucalyptus (olive)
Coriander (sage)
St. Lucia (bright aqua)
Orange Zest (bright orange)
Lemon Zest (yellow)
Lavender Fields (light purple)
Mrs. Robinson (royal blue)
Plum (dark purple)
Periwinkle (purplish-blue)
Forget-Me-Not (light blue)
Raspberry Sorbet (hot pink)
Samoa (coral-pink)
Dark Chocolate (dark brown)

Skinny Apple Tag:
Sailor Blue (navy)
Cherry Tomato (red)
Eucalyptus (olive)
Coriander (sage)
St. Lucia (bright aqua)
Orange Zest (bright orange)
Lemon Zest (yellow)
Lavender Fields (light purple)
Mrs. Robinson (royal blue)
Plum (dark purple) (VERY LIMITED QUANTITIES HAVE NON-VINTAGE TAG)
Periwinkle (purplish-blue)
Forget-Me-Not (light blue)
Raspberry Sorbet (hot pink)
Samoa (coral-pink)
Dark Chocolate (dark brown)
St. Lucia 2/Too (turquoise)
Storm (white with green snaps)
Delicious (blue/green apple print)
Wild Child (animal print)
Lake Echo (black) Original release
Appletini (bright green)
Cocoa Bean (dark brown with multi-color snaps and charity tag on wing)
Purple Rain (dark purple)
Bonfire (swim diaper - brick red with yellow lining)
Corsica (swim diaper - medium blue with red-orange lining)
Samoan Sunset (swim diaper - pinkish purple)
Siesta Key (swim diaper - light aqua)
Mojito (swim diaper - pale green)


Fat Apple Tag:
Cherry Tomato (red)
St. Lucia (bright aqua)
Lemon Zest (yellow)
Raspberry Sorbet (hot pink)
Dark Chocolate (dark brown)
Storm (white with green OR periwinkle snaps)
Delicious (blue/green apple print)
Wild Child (animal print)
Orange You Glad (bright orange)
Lake Echo (black) Re-release
Appletini (bright green)
Purple Rain (dark purple)
Ha Bum Bug (red with bright green snaps, PIF-only holiday diaper)
Winging It (green bird print)
Steel Me (grey)
Love Happens (purple bird print)
Riptide (seaspray)
Jem (purplish pink)
Samoan Sunset (swim diaper - pinkish purple)
Siesta Key (swim diaper - light aqua)
Mojito (swim diaper - pale green)
Totally Twilight (swim diaper - royal blue)
Pickled Pink (swim diaper - bubble gum pink)
Bee Happy (swim diaper - golden yellow) MommyCon exclusive

Can be found with Vintage, Skinny Apple OR Fat Apple Tag:
Cherry Tomato
St. Lucia
Lemon Zest
Forget Me Not
Raspberry Sorbet
Dark Chocolate

Retailer Exclusive Tags:
Beet It (maroon, Lil’ Tulip’s)
Emerald City (emerald green, Snugglebugz)
Figgylicious (reddish orange, FiggyFuzz)

Holiday Edition Tags:
Joy! (red with green fleece and snaps, snowflake & apple ornament tag)
Pink About It (bubblegum, heart on apple tag)
Boo! (black with orange fleece and snaps, bats and pumpkin tag)
Trick or Cheeks (orange with black fleece and snaps, bats and pumpkin tag)
Delishmas (red and green apple print, snowflake & apple ornament tag)

Very Limited Release Tag:
Get Real (yellow with green fleece and snaps, green/navy/yellow tag with star)

What Tag Did A Color Come in?
Sailor Blue came in Vintage and Skinny Apple.
Eucalyptus came in Vintage and Skinny Apple.
Coriander came in Vintage and Skinny Apple.
Orange Zest came in Vintage and Skinny Apple.
Lavender Fields came in Vintage and Skinny Apple.
Mrs. Robinson came in Vintage and Skinny Apple.
Plum came in Vintage and Skinny Apple. (VERY LIMITED QUANTITIES IN SKINNY APPLE)
Periwinkle came in Vintage and Skinny Apple.
Samoa came in Vintage and Skinny Apple.

St. Lucia Too/2 came only in Skinny Apple.
Dark Cherry Tomato came largely in Skinny Apple - I have seen ONE Fat Apple (rare!!)

Storm with green snaps came in Skinny and Fat Apple.
Delicious came in Skinny and Fat Apple.
Wild Child came in Skinny and Fat Apple.
Purple Rain came in Skinny and Fat Apple.
Appletini came in Skinny and Fat Apple.
Lake Echo came in Skinny Apple originally and Fat Apple for re-release.
(keep in mind that these above, other than LE re-release, were produced in the era of shorter leg elastics, so even Fat Apple Tag editions will most likely fit like a Skinny Apple Tag)

Storm with periwinkle snaps comes in Fat Apple.
Orange You Glad comes in Fat Apple.
Winging It comes in Fat Apple.
Steel Me comes in Fat Apple. (new fleece only)
Love Happens comes in Fat Apple. (new fleece only)
Riptide comes in Fat Apple. (new fleece only)
Jem comes in Fat Apple. (new fleece only)

Well, if you've made it this far, thanks for reading! I have tried to present this information accurately, but I know that I'm not perfect AND I am currently subject to Mommy/Pregnancy Brain, so please do let me know if you have any input or further information!

Stay Fluffy! (but hopefully not pregnant forever)

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Pregnant Whole30: Why?

Well, I did it! I completed my third Whole30 in October! You may be asking why on earth a woman in her third trimester of pregnancy would undertake an eating challenge that, along with excluding soy/legumes and alcohol, nixes grains, sugar/sweeteners of any kind and dairy. You know...all the stuff in foods that a pregnant lady is supposed to eat excuse-free, like doughnuts and ice cream. I will share my reasons, but I think the better question is, "Why not?"

1. It's delicious and I love food. Every time I embark on this eating plan, I realize even more how much I love "whole" foods and preparing everything we eat from scratch. There are definitely times in our house when the kids might eat a pb&j sandwich, or have some pasta, but we all really enjoy the protein and veggies featured on this plan.

2. I don't like much sugar in pregnancy anyway. A definite and long-lasting aversion in each pregnancy has been to sugar. Normally, I love to bake. One of my favorite things is cupcakes with killer buttercream frosting. However, just thinking about smelling the sugary-sweet scent of frosting gives me a headache these days. Chocolate gives me heartburn. Sweetened dairy makes my ears itch. For some reason, it's a lot easier for me to avoid ALL and ANY sugar than just try to avoid desserts, because sugar is a hidden ingredient in TONS of packaged items in the store, like lunchmeat, salad dressing and pasta sauce, not to mention processed grain items like cereal/cereal and granola bars. It really adds up, so cutting out anything in a box or wrapper lets me totally control my sugar intake. And I feel better all over when I don't eat it.

3. I'm hoping to go into labor and delivery in the healthiest version of me possible! I ate total garbage during my first pregnancy - lots of convenience foods, fried foods, sodium-heavy foods...and I felt like garbage. I slept poorly, had joint pain and gained too much weight. I had a really miserable postpartum period with anxiety, difficulty breastfeeding and just an overall terrible first 6 months of being a mommy. Isn't that sad? Looking back at my blog posts from those days doesn't even feel like reading about ME. It was someone else.

I had a wake-up call at the start of my second pregnancy that I needed to change my diet and lifestyle STAT. There were health concerns I realized could be in my future if I didn't change...so I changed.

Moving on to my third, current pregnancy - I tried to stay active as long as it was comfortable and ran at 5k at 20 weeks. I completed my second Whole30 not long before becoming pregnant. Sadly, dense veggies and greens sounded horrible for the first 20 weeks (morning sickness lasts forever for me!), and I could only stomach white carbs like sourdough bread and white potatoes. Once real food started to sound good again, though, more veggies started creeping onto my plate. And my husband said, "Hey, let's do a Whole30 in the fall!" Well...twist my arm, will ya?

I've been induced with both of my children, at 40w5d and 41w. While I did have relatively uneventful labors and deliveries with both, I'd really like to avoid the extra hospital time and discomfort that comes along with an induction. I know there are many factors at play, so changing my exercise and eating habits in pregnancy aren't an exact science or proper experiment - after all, I've heard 3rd pregnancies can be drastically different from previous ones. It was not "easy" to load up the jog stroller and run in the Texas summer, mild though it was. It wasn't "easy" to shop for huge carts of food and make every single meal from scratch for 30 days (we didn't eat out once in October!) BUT...what if it pays off big-time with a more straightforward labor/delivery/recovery? If I DON'T end up with a quick hospital stay following spontaneous labor, that's ok, too, because I'm almost positive that my health right now will help me have a much better postpartum experience in many areas. I expect to end up gaining about 10 fewer pounds than with my other pregnancies...and I'll STILL be below my pre-pregnancy weight from my first child. Yes, pre-pregnancy. Yes, I have about 5 sizes in my wardrobe - I've been all over the place!

I received lots of comments about being brave or crazy trying such an eating adventure at this point of pregnancy. But I have to say that I feel great - still - at 35.5 weeks. I'm far from miserable, and sometimes STILL forget that I'm pregnant until my belly bumps into stuff or I feel December Baby kick me. Bottom line: if I can do this plan, YOU can do this plan. And I hope you try it and feel amazing!