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Thursday, March 31, 2011
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Things I Want to Remember About Being Pregnant
Backdated to 10/09/10: 39wks3ds
Things I Want to Remember About Being Pregnant:
Most of it sucked. The nausea and anxiety at the beginning. The middle bit was ok, but I had that scary heart tachycardia nonsense. And the last chunk totally blew. Killer pelvic pain, and increasingly terrible heartburn. Not to mention that during that last week or so there I consistently forgot how very large I'd become and crashed mah belly into doors, corners, David... It was pretty ridiculous.
I definitely want to remember how ridiculously helpful and sweet David was after he came home from the boat. He definitely went out of his way to help around the house and to try and help me be comfortable during the last of my manatee days. He kept me stocked in milk, which was no easy feat, as I was going through it at a rate of about 1 gallon every day and a half. He is an amazing husband and I am truly grateful for all he does. I love him so much. I never doubted that he'd be a good father, and the way he took care of me at the end of my pregnancy further solidified that.
I want to remember how it felt to feel Little Miss kicking inside my belly.
I want to remember that at the end I was waking up to pee every 1.5 hours.
I want to remember that at the end, my hips decided to join the pelvic pain party. I want to remember how GOOD my heating pad felt, but that it didn't *quite* melt the pain away.
I want to remember all the ridiculous things we tried to get Little Miss to flip over from breech presentation before birth. We tried ice on my tummy. We tried playing music at the bottom of the baby-bubble. We tried a handstand in the pool. We tried lotioning the belly, rubbing clockwise. Counter clockwise. We tried laying on a slantboard, which is a board that we wedged one end of under the cushions of the couch and I laid on it so that my head was at the bottom (on a pillow, of course), and sat there for 10+ minutes at a time. I say "+" because 10 was usually the GOAL, because it was RIDICULOUSLY uncomfortable, with the belly pushing even harder into my ribbitys, and my stomach being directly attached to my gag reflex. We tried slantboard + music. We tried slantboard + ice. We tried slantboard + lotion(clockwise). We tried slantboard + David singing to baby (which was really cute a sweet and hilarious because he made up his own songs). We tried acupuncture, where the girl roasted my pinky toes with a smelly smelly smudge stick (look up "moxibustion" if you're in a googling mood). We moxibusted my toes at home for a week after the initial acupuncture session. We tried acupressure... clothespins on my pinky toes for 30 mins per night. We tried the chiropractic "Webster Technique." We tried massage by my awesome friend Ashley.
We were scheduled to try the ECV which stands for something-something-Version on Sunday the 10th at the hospital. That's a medical procedure where they ultrasound you to confirm the baby's position, and then they PUSH on your tummy and basically shove the baby into the proper position.
I want to remember that every time David and I had sex, I had contractions all night long, but they were sporadic and ridiculously spaced out and always subsided after just a couple of hours (meaning I wasn't really in labor, just "false-labor").
Speaking of contractions, at the end, it felt like every time I went pee, I'd have a contraction. Just one. Which sucked and felt strange, but I was pretty sure that's what was happening. Especially those middle of the night pees.
I want to remember that we picked out three names for Little Miss and waited to see which she looked like.
I want to remember that my bellybutton never actually "popped"... It just kinda flattened out. No turkey-timer on this mama!
I want to remember what it was like to take a nap whenever *I* felt like it.
I want to remember how much stuff I couldn't eat! How much stuff I couldn't DO! But, that's what this blog has been all about.
I want to remember how scared I really was about having this baby. How I kinda sorta changed my mind about even WANTING to have a baby at both the beginning and the end of this pregnancy. I wasn't going to back out (not that doing that would have been easy in ANY way to do), but it became more of an inevitability than a happily awaited event. Pregnancy for me was something to be endured, rather than something to enjoy. At the end, having the baby simply became an alternative to being pregnant!
These are things I want to remember about being pregnant. Hopefully, I'll be able to get the conclusion to The Nausea Chronicles typed up and posted, but I wanted to get these all typed out first. It's the end of an era. :]
Things I Want to Remember About Being Pregnant:
Most of it sucked. The nausea and anxiety at the beginning. The middle bit was ok, but I had that scary heart tachycardia nonsense. And the last chunk totally blew. Killer pelvic pain, and increasingly terrible heartburn. Not to mention that during that last week or so there I consistently forgot how very large I'd become and crashed mah belly into doors, corners, David... It was pretty ridiculous.
I definitely want to remember how ridiculously helpful and sweet David was after he came home from the boat. He definitely went out of his way to help around the house and to try and help me be comfortable during the last of my manatee days. He kept me stocked in milk, which was no easy feat, as I was going through it at a rate of about 1 gallon every day and a half. He is an amazing husband and I am truly grateful for all he does. I love him so much. I never doubted that he'd be a good father, and the way he took care of me at the end of my pregnancy further solidified that.
I want to remember how it felt to feel Little Miss kicking inside my belly.
I want to remember that at the end I was waking up to pee every 1.5 hours.
I want to remember that at the end, my hips decided to join the pelvic pain party. I want to remember how GOOD my heating pad felt, but that it didn't *quite* melt the pain away.
I want to remember all the ridiculous things we tried to get Little Miss to flip over from breech presentation before birth. We tried ice on my tummy. We tried playing music at the bottom of the baby-bubble. We tried a handstand in the pool. We tried lotioning the belly, rubbing clockwise. Counter clockwise. We tried laying on a slantboard, which is a board that we wedged one end of under the cushions of the couch and I laid on it so that my head was at the bottom (on a pillow, of course), and sat there for 10+ minutes at a time. I say "+" because 10 was usually the GOAL, because it was RIDICULOUSLY uncomfortable, with the belly pushing even harder into my ribbitys, and my stomach being directly attached to my gag reflex. We tried slantboard + music. We tried slantboard + ice. We tried slantboard + lotion(clockwise). We tried slantboard + David singing to baby (which was really cute a sweet and hilarious because he made up his own songs). We tried acupuncture, where the girl roasted my pinky toes with a smelly smelly smudge stick (look up "moxibustion" if you're in a googling mood). We moxibusted my toes at home for a week after the initial acupuncture session. We tried acupressure... clothespins on my pinky toes for 30 mins per night. We tried the chiropractic "Webster Technique." We tried massage by my awesome friend Ashley.
We were scheduled to try the ECV which stands for something-something-Version on Sunday the 10th at the hospital. That's a medical procedure where they ultrasound you to confirm the baby's position, and then they PUSH on your tummy and basically shove the baby into the proper position.
I want to remember that every time David and I had sex, I had contractions all night long, but they were sporadic and ridiculously spaced out and always subsided after just a couple of hours (meaning I wasn't really in labor, just "false-labor").
Speaking of contractions, at the end, it felt like every time I went pee, I'd have a contraction. Just one. Which sucked and felt strange, but I was pretty sure that's what was happening. Especially those middle of the night pees.
I want to remember that we picked out three names for Little Miss and waited to see which she looked like.
I want to remember that my bellybutton never actually "popped"... It just kinda flattened out. No turkey-timer on this mama!
I want to remember what it was like to take a nap whenever *I* felt like it.
I want to remember how much stuff I couldn't eat! How much stuff I couldn't DO! But, that's what this blog has been all about.
I want to remember how scared I really was about having this baby. How I kinda sorta changed my mind about even WANTING to have a baby at both the beginning and the end of this pregnancy. I wasn't going to back out (not that doing that would have been easy in ANY way to do), but it became more of an inevitability than a happily awaited event. Pregnancy for me was something to be endured, rather than something to enjoy. At the end, having the baby simply became an alternative to being pregnant!
These are things I want to remember about being pregnant. Hopefully, I'll be able to get the conclusion to The Nausea Chronicles typed up and posted, but I wanted to get these all typed out first. It's the end of an era. :]
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Crazy Preggo Dreams
39wks1d
I dreamed that little miss was c-sectioned out and while I woke up, my (also pregnant) friend Emily and my mom took her (and Emily's cat??) to the NEX and I met them there to shop and found out that my baby is ELEVEN pounds and has an enormous head and HUGE cheeks. (And looked exactly like my niece Emmarose, only with even more cheeks)
Large cheeks run in my family, so this is a legitimate concern. I'm more concerned though that I keep having dreams where my mom takes my baby/babies away and I meet them somewhere later. What's THAT about?
I'm also very concerned about the ELEVEN POUND weight of the dream-baby. Holy cow, that's a little *too* sturdy for my hopes. I remember thinking (in the dream) "Well, so much for all those 'Newborn' sized clothes I just organized!"
Maybe I'll just drink water today instead of milk. If proteins are the building blocks of a healthy body, Little Miss is gonna come out looking like a baby linebacker. Eek, y'all.
-love, peace and cuppycakes,
Mama Awesome Powers
I dreamed that little miss was c-sectioned out and while I woke up, my (also pregnant) friend Emily and my mom took her (and Emily's cat??) to the NEX and I met them there to shop and found out that my baby is ELEVEN pounds and has an enormous head and HUGE cheeks. (And looked exactly like my niece Emmarose, only with even more cheeks)
Large cheeks run in my family, so this is a legitimate concern. I'm more concerned though that I keep having dreams where my mom takes my baby/babies away and I meet them somewhere later. What's THAT about?
I'm also very concerned about the ELEVEN POUND weight of the dream-baby. Holy cow, that's a little *too* sturdy for my hopes. I remember thinking (in the dream) "Well, so much for all those 'Newborn' sized clothes I just organized!"
Maybe I'll just drink water today instead of milk. If proteins are the building blocks of a healthy body, Little Miss is gonna come out looking like a baby linebacker. Eek, y'all.
-love, peace and cuppycakes,
Mama Awesome Powers
Friday, September 24, 2010
Good News About Last Week's Bad News
37wks2d
On Wednesday David and I went to my 37 week appt. It wasn't with the midwives, which disappointed me at first, because following (meaning: requesting each subsequent appt with one of them and hoping that one of the 3 of them is on call when it's time for Little Miss-Almost-Has-A-Name's debut...) with them was more relaxing and they actually seemed to care, and they actually returned phone calls in a timely manner.
*Note to Little Miss: Your mother is the QUEEN of run-on sentences, but you won't even learn what those are until you're in about 4th grade. If then.
Anyhoo. My appointment was with a Dr. Boyle, who is some kind of highly ranked (remember, Army Medical Center)head honcho-type doctor man at Tripler. He was really nice (a little rough during the exam... I feel sorry for his wife) and during the discussion part after he'd confirmed that she was indeed STILL BREECH, he talked to us about the inversion and c-sections options.
He said that he prefers to do manual inversions at 39 weeks, which is just awesome sounding to me. I know it's only the matter of a week or so, but September just seems WAAAAY too early for her to BE HERE. But that's another post (maybe). Dr. Boyle said that at 39 weeks we'll do the inversion (if she's still breech when I go in for it). The procedure is performed in an operating room, and the baby's heartbeat is monitored, so that if it's medically necessary (example: if baby's heartbeat shows distress, and *DOESN'T* recover to a normal level within a certain amount of time), then we can lop her out. I mean, we're already set up for a C-section. Which doesn't thrill me, but it seems to be on the level. That's worst case scenario though.
If we do the inversion, it's successful, and the water does NOT break, then we'll talk about waiting for natural labor to begin. This is the inversion scenario we're hoping for.
If the inversion is NOT successful, then we'll talk about scheduling a c-section, but Dr. Boyle did say something about allowing me to go into labor naturally and having a c-section that day. But we don't even have to think about c-sections till next week.
I'm so glad that we still have 2 weeks to get her to flip. Or rather, get her to flip and STAY FLIPPED.
Please send us flippy little baby thoughts, because all the other weird stuff we've been trying hasn't been working... And on that note, I'm off in a minute to go put clothespins on my pinkie toes for half an hour. Later I'll sit upside-down on the "slant board" for as long as I can stand, or 10 minutes, which ever comes first. And if you're thinking "gee, 10 minutes really isn't that long," remember that my stomach is now attached to my gag-reflex with nothing in between, and that when upside-down, a watermelon (county-fair-prize-winning sized) is pressing on said stomach. One little burp could be disastrous. it's a very precarious activity. Must be done on an empty stomach, but not empty enough that acid has been creeping up my throat like it does at night...
Anyway, here's an amusing image for you: I tried to do the slantboard by myself the other day after David had gone to work. It's nice to have his help to get up and down, I thought, but I can do this without him... it needs done. So I sit on the board, and lean all the way back. I set my timer, I start checking Facebook on my phone, doing other piddly-internet-related things. It feels like the blood is all rushing to my head, but I stick it out. Ding. I set my phone down and try to get up. And try to get up. And try... to... get... up... You know when you were a kid and the June bugs would come out for the summer, and you'd poke one with a stick and it'd end up belly-up, flailing all it's little legs and trying it's damndest to flip over right-side-up?
That day, getting off that slantboard, I was that beetle.
On Wednesday David and I went to my 37 week appt. It wasn't with the midwives, which disappointed me at first, because following (meaning: requesting each subsequent appt with one of them and hoping that one of the 3 of them is on call when it's time for Little Miss-Almost-Has-A-Name's debut...) with them was more relaxing and they actually seemed to care, and they actually returned phone calls in a timely manner.
*Note to Little Miss: Your mother is the QUEEN of run-on sentences, but you won't even learn what those are until you're in about 4th grade. If then.
Anyhoo. My appointment was with a Dr. Boyle, who is some kind of highly ranked (remember, Army Medical Center)head honcho-type doctor man at Tripler. He was really nice (a little rough during the exam... I feel sorry for his wife) and during the discussion part after he'd confirmed that she was indeed STILL BREECH, he talked to us about the inversion and c-sections options.
He said that he prefers to do manual inversions at 39 weeks, which is just awesome sounding to me. I know it's only the matter of a week or so, but September just seems WAAAAY too early for her to BE HERE. But that's another post (maybe). Dr. Boyle said that at 39 weeks we'll do the inversion (if she's still breech when I go in for it). The procedure is performed in an operating room, and the baby's heartbeat is monitored, so that if it's medically necessary (example: if baby's heartbeat shows distress, and *DOESN'T* recover to a normal level within a certain amount of time), then we can lop her out. I mean, we're already set up for a C-section. Which doesn't thrill me, but it seems to be on the level. That's worst case scenario though.
If we do the inversion, it's successful, and the water does NOT break, then we'll talk about waiting for natural labor to begin. This is the inversion scenario we're hoping for.
If the inversion is NOT successful, then we'll talk about scheduling a c-section, but Dr. Boyle did say something about allowing me to go into labor naturally and having a c-section that day. But we don't even have to think about c-sections till next week.
I'm so glad that we still have 2 weeks to get her to flip. Or rather, get her to flip and STAY FLIPPED.
Please send us flippy little baby thoughts, because all the other weird stuff we've been trying hasn't been working... And on that note, I'm off in a minute to go put clothespins on my pinkie toes for half an hour. Later I'll sit upside-down on the "slant board" for as long as I can stand, or 10 minutes, which ever comes first. And if you're thinking "gee, 10 minutes really isn't that long," remember that my stomach is now attached to my gag-reflex with nothing in between, and that when upside-down, a watermelon (county-fair-prize-winning sized) is pressing on said stomach. One little burp could be disastrous. it's a very precarious activity. Must be done on an empty stomach, but not empty enough that acid has been creeping up my throat like it does at night...
Anyway, here's an amusing image for you: I tried to do the slantboard by myself the other day after David had gone to work. It's nice to have his help to get up and down, I thought, but I can do this without him... it needs done. So I sit on the board, and lean all the way back. I set my timer, I start checking Facebook on my phone, doing other piddly-internet-related things. It feels like the blood is all rushing to my head, but I stick it out. Ding. I set my phone down and try to get up. And try to get up. And try... to... get... up... You know when you were a kid and the June bugs would come out for the summer, and you'd poke one with a stick and it'd end up belly-up, flailing all it's little legs and trying it's damndest to flip over right-side-up?
That day, getting off that slantboard, I was that beetle.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Tricksy Babyses...
36wks3d
So I'm pretty sure she's flipped back. And by "pretty sure," I mean I thought that, based on how my tummy felt and where I felt her hiccuping, and then went for my 36 week appt on Thursday and she was head up, for sure. They brought in the portable ultrasound and everything. So next week at my 37week appt (I get seen once a week from here till the end), we'll talk about the version. I'm still *pretty* sure I'm going to decline it, but I want to be fully educated about it before I decide one way or another.
::sigh:: I'd ask what I did to deserve a tricksy baby like this, but I really don't want to hear the list of my past indiscretions... It's long!
So I'm pretty sure she's flipped back. And by "pretty sure," I mean I thought that, based on how my tummy felt and where I felt her hiccuping, and then went for my 36 week appt on Thursday and she was head up, for sure. They brought in the portable ultrasound and everything. So next week at my 37week appt (I get seen once a week from here till the end), we'll talk about the version. I'm still *pretty* sure I'm going to decline it, but I want to be fully educated about it before I decide one way or another.
::sigh:: I'd ask what I did to deserve a tricksy baby like this, but I really don't want to hear the list of my past indiscretions... It's long!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
How Big Will Baby Awesome Powers Be?
Here's a link to our baby game! Guess at what weight, length and date our Little Miss will make her triumphant debut!
And if I haven't actually met you, and you just follow here, put "Blogger" as your "Who I am" ...unless you can think of something more clever!
And if I haven't actually met you, and you just follow here, put "Blogger" as your "Who I am" ...unless you can think of something more clever!
I Have A New Best Sleep Friend
David bought me a Boppy Pregnancy Wedge.
I'd rebelled against getting it for myself because I didn't want to pay $15 for a stupid wedgy weird-looking pillow that I'd only get to use for a couple of months. David insisted, because he's more concerned about my comfort than I am, and it makes him feel good to buy things that are (potentially) helpful to me. Sometimes that backfires terribly, but in this case, OMG, I love that pillow. It goes, as you might imagine, between the upward slope of my bebe belleh and the bed and provides support while I sleep. It. Is. Fabulous. And it fits sooooo much better than trying to cram part of a regular pillow in that spot. It's one of those things that looks really stupid on the shelf at the store, but once you're using it you can't believe you waited so long to get one.
I <3 that wedge. I recommend it to anyone who is pregnant and is beginning to be uncomfortable in bed at night. It won't cure your insomnia, or your heartburn, or lessen the frequency of your trips to the bathroom in the night, but it sure will make it more comfortable while you're lying awake contemplating/suffering from those things.
I'd rebelled against getting it for myself because I didn't want to pay $15 for a stupid wedgy weird-looking pillow that I'd only get to use for a couple of months. David insisted, because he's more concerned about my comfort than I am, and it makes him feel good to buy things that are (potentially) helpful to me. Sometimes that backfires terribly, but in this case, OMG, I love that pillow. It goes, as you might imagine, between the upward slope of my bebe belleh and the bed and provides support while I sleep. It. Is. Fabulous. And it fits sooooo much better than trying to cram part of a regular pillow in that spot. It's one of those things that looks really stupid on the shelf at the store, but once you're using it you can't believe you waited so long to get one.
I <3 that wedge. I recommend it to anyone who is pregnant and is beginning to be uncomfortable in bed at night. It won't cure your insomnia, or your heartburn, or lessen the frequency of your trips to the bathroom in the night, but it sure will make it more comfortable while you're lying awake contemplating/suffering from those things.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
You Know How I Know I'm Pregnant?
My eyes got that going-to-cry prickle when I saw a Navy Wife- The toughest job in the Navy decal on a Land Rover when I left base today. How silly is that?
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Flip, Baby, Flipped!
I *think* she flipped!
I was REEEEALLY tired on Saturday night, and slept HARD. There was none of the usual "I'M AWAKE" feeling that usually accompanies my return to bed after a trip to pee. I definitely noticed Baby Girl kicking around in there, and in retrospect (one of my current favorite words), she was kicking in different places (like on the side walls of her habitat, instead of the bottom left (at my hip, specifically)). On Sunday morning, my tummy felt different. I felt around and David felt around, and we both agreed that the places where we felt bits of baby didn't feel like the bits of baby we'd felt before. And then she had hiccups, and it was in the opposite corner from where they'd been every other time before.
So, I think she's flipped. I'm fairly certain. We'll see on Thursday at my OB appt. I've pretty much decided to refuse the inversion, so she'll still have time to flip after my 36 week appt.
Yay flippy baby!
Now, STAY THAT WAY.
I was REEEEALLY tired on Saturday night, and slept HARD. There was none of the usual "I'M AWAKE" feeling that usually accompanies my return to bed after a trip to pee. I definitely noticed Baby Girl kicking around in there, and in retrospect (one of my current favorite words), she was kicking in different places (like on the side walls of her habitat, instead of the bottom left (at my hip, specifically)). On Sunday morning, my tummy felt different. I felt around and David felt around, and we both agreed that the places where we felt bits of baby didn't feel like the bits of baby we'd felt before. And then she had hiccups, and it was in the opposite corner from where they'd been every other time before.
So, I think she's flipped. I'm fairly certain. We'll see on Thursday at my OB appt. I've pretty much decided to refuse the inversion, so she'll still have time to flip after my 36 week appt.
Yay flippy baby!
Now, STAY THAT WAY.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
To Everything, Turn, Turn, Turn...
35wks,3d
We're still trying to flip this baby. Here are the things we've tried so far:
*Ice on the baby's head (and by "head" I mean on my stomach where the baby's head is"). It was cold. Baby didn't move away from it, she just pushed at it. I'm not sure what that means, but I'm chalking it up to more of her general contrariness. You know, the kind that inclines her to ninja-KICK the scope at our ultrasounds and to squirm away from the doppler at our OB checkups.
*Laying with a stack of pillows under my butt and back to elevate my hips and "disengage the baby from the pelvis", the theory behind this being that there'll be more room for her to flip if I'm all squashed in the lungs and stomach. I mean... if I'm laying at a 45degree angle. Very unpleasant, what with the acid that creeps up my throat even if I'm 100% vertical... it was thrilled that I'd laid down in a position that was even easier to try and make dinner escape. ::shudder:: But, I *tried* it.
*Hand stand in the pool. Yep, I did one, and the massive burp that it caused to dislodge from my insides was unpleasant enough that I probably won't do more of those. Especially because that's ridiculous.
*Warm bath. This was particularly sad, because when I sat in the tub, the water in our stupid
And in all seriousness, because now we're down to crunch time:
Yesterday we tried acupuncture.
But before I get into THAT story, let me explain why we're not just letting things run their course.
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At my 32 week appt, the midwife I saw (who was really nice, BTW), felt the baby's position (head up by my ribs, back curled around to my right side, butt down by my pelvis and legs curled up the other side). She said that position is called "breech" and that if she hasn't turned into the head down position by my 36 week appt (which will be on Thursday the 16th), that they'll do what's called "Inversion" to flip her.
Inversion, from my understanding, is where a team of doctors ultrasound you (to be sure of baby's position and the cord position and all that), and then they press their hands down on your belly and PUSH the baby into position.
From what I've learned since she oh-so-casually-mentioned that, Inversion HURTS (me, and I'm sure that Baby Girl won't like it either), and that more often than not, it has a tendency to burst the bag of waters, which can start labor. And if it *doesn't* start labor, since the bag of water has already burst, Tripler's policy is to deliver that baby one way or another within 12, I believe, hours of it bursting.
I called the other day to ask the midwives (they have a PAGER, and you call and leave your number and get this...THEY ACTUALLY CALL YOU BACK. *gasp!!* THAT DAY EVEN!! *DOUBLE GASP*) what they thought about my trying alternative (to inversion) methods to flip Baby Girl. The midwife I talked to was ALL ABOUT IT. It was so refreshing to hear a positive review of something I want to try from anyone at Tripler. I feel like everything's been so negative from there so far. Almost nothing but uncomfortableness and unpleasant news and visits for me and my other pregnant friends. So the midwife said to go ahead and try the acupuncture and the other things I'd come up with, and that I shouldn't worry too much about the inversion till I've tried those things and had my next OB appt. I think I <3 the mid-wives.
So. Yesterday we went to Sacred Healing Arts in downtown Honolulu to try the acupuncture. Before I start *this* part of the story, let me just say that we had a 3d ultrasound on Friday, and she was in the exact same head up, butt down, legs up the side position that she'd been in before. Monday was a holiday, so I called on Tuesday and made the appt to be stuck with needles. Tuesday night, Little Miss did some interesting dancing around, and I wasn't *SURE* anymore what position she was in, so I called and they said they could have one of their midwives come in and confirm Little Miss' position. She felt around on mah belly, and listened to the heartbeat. We were right, she still hadn't turned. The midwife showed David how to feel for her head (I already knew from a previous appt at Tripler), and then she left and the acupuncturist came in. She asked me to lay on my side, and then she stuck a teensy little needle in my foot, on the top side, about half an inch from my pinkie toe. Then things got weird. She pulls out a smudge stick (a bundle of herbs wrapped in paper and lights it. She warns us that "This WILL smell like weed." and proceeded to roast my pinkie toe (the one with the needle) for 10 minutes. Then she took out the needle, and had me turn over and did a new needle in my other foot and roasted THAT pinkie toe. Then we were done. She gave us a new smudge stick to take home with us and said that we needed to roast (my words not hers) my pinkie toes for 10 mins each, twice a day, and we scheduled another appt for Monday, just in case (it can take up to 3 sessions to flip a stubborn baby). I also have to spend up to 20 minutes on a "slant board", which is a board, propped up on the couch, head at the bottom, everything else upwards. Very uncomfy. ::sigh:: I'm totally saving this story for the first time Little Miss asks for money when she's a teenager.
SO.
Our plan of attack:
Acupuncture- Friday (the appointment we went to), Monday and maybe Wednesday if she STILL hasn't turned.
Thursday is our OB appt at Tripler. If she still hasn't flipped, then between that appt and the appt to invert her, we'll try to go to the chiropractor and get her to do what's called "Webster's Technique", which I haven't researched yet, but supposedly it opens the pelvis and baby flips. Also has a fairly high success rate. So it's worth trying.
I think that if she hasn't turned and they want to do the inversion, I'm going to decline. I will tell them that I'm not comfortable with the inversion risks (breaking the water and artificially starting labor), and that I'd rather wait to go into labor on my own, and if she's still breech when that happens, then I'll labor and then we'll have the C-section. Don't get me wrong, I don't WANT a C-section, but I think that natural labor first and then C-section would be better for my baby than the early alternatives.
Whew. Long post. I still need to Chronicle the trip I took to Texas! But that will have to be another day, I gotta go roast my toes now, with a bunch of plants that smell like weed. This better freaking work, hahaha
We're still trying to flip this baby. Here are the things we've tried so far:
*Ice on the baby's head (and by "head" I mean on my stomach where the baby's head is"). It was cold. Baby didn't move away from it, she just pushed at it. I'm not sure what that means, but I'm chalking it up to more of her general contrariness. You know, the kind that inclines her to ninja-KICK the scope at our ultrasounds and to squirm away from the doppler at our OB checkups.
*Laying with a stack of pillows under my butt and back to elevate my hips and "disengage the baby from the pelvis", the theory behind this being that there'll be more room for her to flip if I'm all squashed in the lungs and stomach. I mean... if I'm laying at a 45degree angle. Very unpleasant, what with the acid that creeps up my throat even if I'm 100% vertical... it was thrilled that I'd laid down in a position that was even easier to try and make dinner escape. ::shudder:: But, I *tried* it.
*Hand stand in the pool. Yep, I did one, and the massive burp that it caused to dislodge from my insides was unpleasant enough that I probably won't do more of those. Especially because that's ridiculous.
*Warm bath. This was particularly sad, because when I sat in the tub, the water in our stupid
And in all seriousness, because now we're down to crunch time:
Yesterday we tried acupuncture.
But before I get into THAT story, let me explain why we're not just letting things run their course.
*******************
At my 32 week appt, the midwife I saw (who was really nice, BTW), felt the baby's position (head up by my ribs, back curled around to my right side, butt down by my pelvis and legs curled up the other side). She said that position is called "breech" and that if she hasn't turned into the head down position by my 36 week appt (which will be on Thursday the 16th), that they'll do what's called "Inversion" to flip her.
Inversion, from my understanding, is where a team of doctors ultrasound you (to be sure of baby's position and the cord position and all that), and then they press their hands down on your belly and PUSH the baby into position.
From what I've learned since she oh-so-casually-mentioned that, Inversion HURTS (me, and I'm sure that Baby Girl won't like it either), and that more often than not, it has a tendency to burst the bag of waters, which can start labor. And if it *doesn't* start labor, since the bag of water has already burst, Tripler's policy is to deliver that baby one way or another within 12, I believe, hours of it bursting.
I called the other day to ask the midwives (they have a PAGER, and you call and leave your number and get this...THEY ACTUALLY CALL YOU BACK. *gasp!!* THAT DAY EVEN!! *DOUBLE GASP*) what they thought about my trying alternative (to inversion) methods to flip Baby Girl. The midwife I talked to was ALL ABOUT IT. It was so refreshing to hear a positive review of something I want to try from anyone at Tripler. I feel like everything's been so negative from there so far. Almost nothing but uncomfortableness and unpleasant news and visits for me and my other pregnant friends. So the midwife said to go ahead and try the acupuncture and the other things I'd come up with, and that I shouldn't worry too much about the inversion till I've tried those things and had my next OB appt. I think I <3 the mid-wives.
So. Yesterday we went to Sacred Healing Arts in downtown Honolulu to try the acupuncture. Before I start *this* part of the story, let me just say that we had a 3d ultrasound on Friday, and she was in the exact same head up, butt down, legs up the side position that she'd been in before. Monday was a holiday, so I called on Tuesday and made the appt to be stuck with needles. Tuesday night, Little Miss did some interesting dancing around, and I wasn't *SURE* anymore what position she was in, so I called and they said they could have one of their midwives come in and confirm Little Miss' position. She felt around on mah belly, and listened to the heartbeat. We were right, she still hadn't turned. The midwife showed David how to feel for her head (I already knew from a previous appt at Tripler), and then she left and the acupuncturist came in. She asked me to lay on my side, and then she stuck a teensy little needle in my foot, on the top side, about half an inch from my pinkie toe. Then things got weird. She pulls out a smudge stick (a bundle of herbs wrapped in paper and lights it. She warns us that "This WILL smell like weed." and proceeded to roast my pinkie toe (the one with the needle) for 10 minutes. Then she took out the needle, and had me turn over and did a new needle in my other foot and roasted THAT pinkie toe. Then we were done. She gave us a new smudge stick to take home with us and said that we needed to roast (my words not hers) my pinkie toes for 10 mins each, twice a day, and we scheduled another appt for Monday, just in case (it can take up to 3 sessions to flip a stubborn baby). I also have to spend up to 20 minutes on a "slant board", which is a board, propped up on the couch, head at the bottom, everything else upwards. Very uncomfy. ::sigh:: I'm totally saving this story for the first time Little Miss asks for money when she's a teenager.
SO.
Our plan of attack:
Acupuncture- Friday (the appointment we went to), Monday and maybe Wednesday if she STILL hasn't turned.
Thursday is our OB appt at Tripler. If she still hasn't flipped, then between that appt and the appt to invert her, we'll try to go to the chiropractor and get her to do what's called "Webster's Technique", which I haven't researched yet, but supposedly it opens the pelvis and baby flips. Also has a fairly high success rate. So it's worth trying.
I think that if she hasn't turned and they want to do the inversion, I'm going to decline. I will tell them that I'm not comfortable with the inversion risks (breaking the water and artificially starting labor), and that I'd rather wait to go into labor on my own, and if she's still breech when that happens, then I'll labor and then we'll have the C-section. Don't get me wrong, I don't WANT a C-section, but I think that natural labor first and then C-section would be better for my baby than the early alternatives.
Whew. Long post. I still need to Chronicle the trip I took to Texas! But that will have to be another day, I gotta go roast my toes now, with a bunch of plants that smell like weed. This better freaking work, hahaha
Friday, September 10, 2010
David: "Oh God, I Read About This."
I do believe David is nesting. He's doing laundry, the dishwasher is running and right now, he's compulsively scrubbing the drip shields that go under the burners on the stove. He's even mentioned vacuuming later. Keep in mind, it's currently 9:53pm.
THIS. IS. AWESOME.
THIS. IS. AWESOME.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Ice, Ice, Baby.
32wks5d
Little Miss is in breech position right now (think standing on my bladder), so to get her to turn (because it's going to be easier for her to do now than in 2-4 weeks), I get to put ice on my tummy and try to make her flee from it into the proper head down position.
It didn't work last night, it just made my belly cold. Will try again tonight.
I'm also hoping that if she flips, then her weight will be distributed properly and not to the left side of my pelvic area and properness will relieve some of this awful pelvic pain I've been having for 2 months now.
Here's hoping.
Little Miss is in breech position right now (think standing on my bladder), so to get her to turn (because it's going to be easier for her to do now than in 2-4 weeks), I get to put ice on my tummy and try to make her flee from it into the proper head down position.
It didn't work last night, it just made my belly cold. Will try again tonight.
I'm also hoping that if she flips, then her weight will be distributed properly and not to the left side of my pelvic area and properness will relieve some of this awful pelvic pain I've been having for 2 months now.
Here's hoping.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Breech Baby, Breech Baby, Give Me Your Hand... I Mean Feet?
Had my 32 week appt yesterday with the midwife team, and I really liked the lady I saw. It was a good, positive appt. She measured belly and listened to Little Miss' heartbeat. She said that everything's right on track. She also prodded (but in a very professional way) mah belly and said that Little Girl is currently in breech (head up, toes down, specifically in my bladder) position. It's not a big deal NOW, but she needs to flip over before showtime. Which is what I'm calling it now. P.S. This is my show, I'm the star, until the finale, I guess. Anyhoo, we're not going to worry/try to get her to turn over unless she's still wrong side up at my 36week appt, which will be mid-September. Internet suggests I do handstands in a pool to get her to flip. We'll see. I may be a manatee, but manatees gotta breathe air.
After that appt, I had one with the lady physical therapist. That was a good appt too. She told me I don't have to wear the terrible SI (Sacral... Ilium, I think) Belt anymore (because the kind of pain I'm having in my pelvic area isn't the kind that those belts help). So BYE BYE SQUASHY BELT, and GOOD RIDDANCE. She asked me if I wanted to keep it and I laughed at her. My favorite part of the appointment? SHE SHOWED ME A BETTER WAY TO ROLL OVER. Last night was the least painful night I've had since the end of June. That's not to say it was totally pain free, but it was a VAST improvement. Glorious, even. Thank god for that lady physical therapist. Even if she did seem WAY more concerned with how we can address this pain AFTER I've had the baby than with the pain I'm in/having now... I thought that was interesting, considering that everyone else I've talked to has said that this pain will pretty much go away once the baby's here and her weight (and etc's weight) isn't pushing down on my pelvic joints. So we'll see. I can roll over in bed now without feeling broken-stabby-pains.
Things are good.
After that appt, I had one with the lady physical therapist. That was a good appt too. She told me I don't have to wear the terrible SI (Sacral... Ilium, I think) Belt anymore (because the kind of pain I'm having in my pelvic area isn't the kind that those belts help). So BYE BYE SQUASHY BELT, and GOOD RIDDANCE. She asked me if I wanted to keep it and I laughed at her. My favorite part of the appointment? SHE SHOWED ME A BETTER WAY TO ROLL OVER. Last night was the least painful night I've had since the end of June. That's not to say it was totally pain free, but it was a VAST improvement. Glorious, even. Thank god for that lady physical therapist. Even if she did seem WAY more concerned with how we can address this pain AFTER I've had the baby than with the pain I'm in/having now... I thought that was interesting, considering that everyone else I've talked to has said that this pain will pretty much go away once the baby's here and her weight (and etc's weight) isn't pushing down on my pelvic joints. So we'll see. I can roll over in bed now without feeling broken-stabby-pains.
Things are good.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Constructing The Having A Baby Playlist
So... would THIS song be inappropriate to play when it's time to push, or TOTALLY FREAKING AWESOME??
I have my opinion, let's hear yours...
I have my opinion, let's hear yours...
Monday, August 16, 2010
Current Facebook Status:
Linzy Powers is getting really tired of being pregnant. Tired of hearing "Look how big you're getting!" from people I saw LAST WEEK. Tired of finding NEW stretch marks. Tired of looking like crap in almost every picture. Tired of new pain brought on by getting bigger. Tired of being TIRED. Two whole months left. Woo-fucking-hoo.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Email to David
I thought this was funny, so I wanted to put it up here. If you don't think I'm funny, you probably shouldn't be reading my blog. ONWARD!!
Subject: Something to make you smile :] 8.12.10
Hey sweet, just a quick funny story for you about your daughter's antics...
So I'm playing Lego Batman on the 360 with the controller on the
convenient shelf that is mah belly, and Little Miss decides she's
going to kick back at the Rumblepak!!! Frizzle and I thought it was
hilarious!
Ok, fine. *I* thought it was hilarious and Frizzle wanted skritches. :]
Oh, and I *may or may not* have done some "nesting" in your closet
looking for things to bleach... And done some sorting. You might have
a big box of "not clothes" in there now.
Might. :P
I lovin you. Pregnancy is making me crazy. I missin you and your baby
girl says "Kick-kick-twitchy-twitch." Which I'm going to translate as
"Daddy come home so I can kick at you too!"
She's already a spitfire.
We love you Daddy Powers, be safe and come home soon.
Always your girls,
Mama and Baby Powers
P.S. Kicky-twitch! Chop!
(the first bit was Little Miss. I bet you can figure out who the
second bit is from)
Subject: Something to make you smile :] 8.12.10
Hey sweet, just a quick funny story for you about your daughter's antics...
So I'm playing Lego Batman on the 360 with the controller on the
convenient shelf that is mah belly, and Little Miss decides she's
going to kick back at the Rumblepak!!! Frizzle and I thought it was
hilarious!
Ok, fine. *I* thought it was hilarious and Frizzle wanted skritches. :]
Oh, and I *may or may not* have done some "nesting" in your closet
looking for things to bleach... And done some sorting. You might have
a big box of "not clothes" in there now.
Might. :P
I lovin you. Pregnancy is making me crazy. I missin you and your baby
girl says "Kick-kick-twitchy-twitch." Which I'm going to translate as
"Daddy come home so I can kick at you too!"
She's already a spitfire.
We love you Daddy Powers, be safe and come home soon.
Always your girls,
Mama and Baby Powers
P.S. Kicky-twitch! Chop!
(the first bit was Little Miss. I bet you can figure out who the
second bit is from)
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Rocks, Hard Places, Fear.
Watching The Business of Being Born. It's informative, it's interesting, and it's scaring the daylights out of me.
I don't want to do this anymore. It's going to hurt. It's scary. I really don't know if I can do this... Have a baby. Who's idea was this? (David shut up.) The more I learn about the process and options and everything that childbirth entails, the more it seems like a damned if you do, damned if you don't (have the drugs) deal.
All of the information that I've read/learned/watched/discussed so far has strongly indicated that drugs beget drugs.
Epidurals tend to slow contractions, reduce the rate at which labor progresses. So they give you Pitocin, which brings on harder, quicker contractions (which hurt more than at a normal non-induced progression). And round and round it goes.
Or: Pitocin first, epidural for the increased pain.
Quicker, harder contractions aren't very good for the baby (who isn't built for the new rate of progression), more complications arise, fetal distress, So woosh, you're off to have a C-section (where there can be MORE complications), and then there's more anesthesia, and then you're all drugged up and baby's drugged up (because baby gets his/her drugs from drugged up mama).
Drugged up mamas and babies can have difficulties breast feeding, among other things.
Or;
Natural: Labor progresses (or doesn't) on its own. Still hurts. Might take longer, without the harder, faster, progression of drugs. Still gonna hurt. Gonna HURT.
Seriously, it's going to hurt.
Does knowing ahead of time that it's going to hurt help? Help what? Help it not hurt? No. I guess it could help you feel more in control of what's happening, instead of just having various doctors and nurses plugging you into this IV, and here's this drug, and that drug.
Ugh. I'm not doing a very good job explaining myself or reasoning one side against another, or even particularly expanding on everything involved in either method of birth.
I'm not opening this up for debate, or asking for anyone's opinion/story/sympathies right now. All I know is that as of tonight, I don't want to do this anymore, I take it back, and I quit. Out of fear.
::sigh:: If only.
Why didn't I listen to my teenage self? That girl was CERTAIN of adoption, because she knew that pregnancy and childbirth were scary scary things. I'm a little sad to think that I was smarter at 13 than I was at 23 when we decided to stop preventing babies.
I don't want to do this anymore. It's going to hurt. It's scary. I really don't know if I can do this... Have a baby. Who's idea was this? (David shut up.) The more I learn about the process and options and everything that childbirth entails, the more it seems like a damned if you do, damned if you don't (have the drugs) deal.
All of the information that I've read/learned/watched/discussed so far has strongly indicated that drugs beget drugs.
Epidurals tend to slow contractions, reduce the rate at which labor progresses. So they give you Pitocin, which brings on harder, quicker contractions (which hurt more than at a normal non-induced progression). And round and round it goes.
Or: Pitocin first, epidural for the increased pain.
Quicker, harder contractions aren't very good for the baby (who isn't built for the new rate of progression), more complications arise, fetal distress, So woosh, you're off to have a C-section (where there can be MORE complications), and then there's more anesthesia, and then you're all drugged up and baby's drugged up (because baby gets his/her drugs from drugged up mama).
Drugged up mamas and babies can have difficulties breast feeding, among other things.
Or;
Natural: Labor progresses (or doesn't) on its own. Still hurts. Might take longer, without the harder, faster, progression of drugs. Still gonna hurt. Gonna HURT.
Seriously, it's going to hurt.
Does knowing ahead of time that it's going to hurt help? Help what? Help it not hurt? No. I guess it could help you feel more in control of what's happening, instead of just having various doctors and nurses plugging you into this IV, and here's this drug, and that drug.
Ugh. I'm not doing a very good job explaining myself or reasoning one side against another, or even particularly expanding on everything involved in either method of birth.
I'm not opening this up for debate, or asking for anyone's opinion/story/sympathies right now. All I know is that as of tonight, I don't want to do this anymore, I take it back, and I quit. Out of fear.
::sigh:: If only.
Why didn't I listen to my teenage self? That girl was CERTAIN of adoption, because she knew that pregnancy and childbirth were scary scary things. I'm a little sad to think that I was smarter at 13 than I was at 23 when we decided to stop preventing babies.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Very Round Am I.
Taken at 30 weeks.
Bebe in there!
P.S. That's officer housing behind me, if anyone was wondering. Our house is much smaller (but isn't more house than we need, haha).
Bebe in there!
P.S. That's officer housing behind me, if anyone was wondering. Our house is much smaller (but isn't more house than we need, haha).
Friday, July 30, 2010
Productivity!
Yesterday!
I registered at Babies R Us, and bought Little Miss' bedding. I had a coupon for a $20 gift card with new registry, and I had a second coupon for 15% off bedding, so I saved about $30+ on it!! I am AWESOME!!! I put up the window valance and the bed skirt and hung the "diaper stacker" and I hung the quilt over the back of the crib. It's super cute! Pictures shall be forthcoming.
Tonight!
I registered at Target (some double registering, but some stuff is different), and I bought my crib mattress so I could put the bumper on the crib (to be removed when baby girl begins to roll over, don't worry). It all looks fabulous, but I think it needs some orange accents, so I'll start to work on those for the room soon, I hope. :] That room is really looking like a nursery and not just a dumping ground for baby stuff!! I still need a lamp, I'd like a nightstand/little table. I still want more decorations. There's still plenty of work to be done.
P.S. David and i MAY have almost agreed on a baby name. I think there's still a little bit offighting discussion left about it. We'll see.
I registered at Babies R Us, and bought Little Miss' bedding. I had a coupon for a $20 gift card with new registry, and I had a second coupon for 15% off bedding, so I saved about $30+ on it!! I am AWESOME!!! I put up the window valance and the bed skirt and hung the "diaper stacker" and I hung the quilt over the back of the crib. It's super cute! Pictures shall be forthcoming.
Tonight!
I registered at Target (some double registering, but some stuff is different), and I bought my crib mattress so I could put the bumper on the crib (to be removed when baby girl begins to roll over, don't worry). It all looks fabulous, but I think it needs some orange accents, so I'll start to work on those for the room soon, I hope. :] That room is really looking like a nursery and not just a dumping ground for baby stuff!! I still need a lamp, I'd like a nightstand/little table. I still want more decorations. There's still plenty of work to be done.
P.S. David and i MAY have almost agreed on a baby name. I think there's still a little bit of
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Just When Pregnancy Was Getting Boring...
Oooh! It's a NEW pain. Fabulous. The old ones were getting musty and tired. I awoke this morning (and by "awoke," I mean that half awake stage where you try your best to get back to sleep, but the little gears of your mind are already beginning to engage and you're all "Shut up, shut up! I want to go back to sleep!!"), (and by "morning," I mean somewhere between my 3 am trip to pee, and my 7:30am trip to pee, and my 9am unasked-for-kitty-wake-up-call) to a new kind of pain. Before I describe this new pain, let me describe the "old" pain, since I don't think I've mentioned it here before.
The best way I can figure out to describe it is that I feel like I've been kicked squarely (maybe slightly to the left) in the crotch with a combat boot. Pelvic pain. The doctors/advice nurses say that it's "round ligament pain" (remember that from trimester the first? Babies with machetes?), and that basically, that sucks for you and it's only going to get worse. It hurts when I walk, just a mild-to-medium twinge with each step. It hurts A LOT to get out of bed each morning. It is especially excruciating when I roll over in bed at night. Some nights, I try to calculate exactly how badly DO I need to roll over? I mean really. Some days are better than others. The "maternity support belt" they gave me doesn't help relieve the pain, but it does annoy both me and the baby. She kicks at it all day when I have it on. Just at the band that goes just under my belly. kick-kick-kick-kick-kick. All day long at it. I don't wear that stupid thing any more. I just live with the pain. Oh, and you would think that stretching would help, but it's REALLY hard to know what's "stretched" and what's "over-stretched" when your joints are more flexible, due to a nasty little hormone called "relaxin," which is what's causing the pain in the first place.
So. New pain. Actually, compared to the pelvic pain, this is a mere "discomfort." The Nurse Practitioner I saw for my last OB appt informed me that "You're just one of those unfortunate uncomfortable pregnant women." Fabulous. ::sigh::
Anyway, I woke up this morning to a new pain, new location. Actually, it feels as if something in my abdominal area, kind of to the right of baby's housing, shrank. It kind of feels like there's a strip of muscles in there that didn't get the message that everything is supposed to be GROWING. It's a kind of tugging feeling when I move... It's not a cramp, but feels like a cramp's baby cousin, perhaps. It was a not-quite-pain, but it was uncomfortable enough to keep me awake for a while. :(
In better, more cheerful and upbeat news, it's official, Little Miss gets hiccups. It's a very interesting sensation. It's not unpleasant, unless you're already doing your damnedest to get back to sleep after your most recent bathroom trip, haha
The best way I can figure out to describe it is that I feel like I've been kicked squarely (maybe slightly to the left) in the crotch with a combat boot. Pelvic pain. The doctors/advice nurses say that it's "round ligament pain" (remember that from trimester the first? Babies with machetes?), and that basically, that sucks for you and it's only going to get worse. It hurts when I walk, just a mild-to-medium twinge with each step. It hurts A LOT to get out of bed each morning. It is especially excruciating when I roll over in bed at night. Some nights, I try to calculate exactly how badly DO I need to roll over? I mean really. Some days are better than others. The "maternity support belt" they gave me doesn't help relieve the pain, but it does annoy both me and the baby. She kicks at it all day when I have it on. Just at the band that goes just under my belly. kick-kick-kick-kick-kick. All day long at it. I don't wear that stupid thing any more. I just live with the pain. Oh, and you would think that stretching would help, but it's REALLY hard to know what's "stretched" and what's "over-stretched" when your joints are more flexible, due to a nasty little hormone called "relaxin," which is what's causing the pain in the first place.
So. New pain. Actually, compared to the pelvic pain, this is a mere "discomfort." The Nurse Practitioner I saw for my last OB appt informed me that "You're just one of those unfortunate uncomfortable pregnant women." Fabulous. ::sigh::
Anyway, I woke up this morning to a new pain, new location. Actually, it feels as if something in my abdominal area, kind of to the right of baby's housing, shrank. It kind of feels like there's a strip of muscles in there that didn't get the message that everything is supposed to be GROWING. It's a kind of tugging feeling when I move... It's not a cramp, but feels like a cramp's baby cousin, perhaps. It was a not-quite-pain, but it was uncomfortable enough to keep me awake for a while. :(
In better, more cheerful and upbeat news, it's official, Little Miss gets hiccups. It's a very interesting sensation. It's not unpleasant, unless you're already doing your damnedest to get back to sleep after your most recent bathroom trip, haha
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