Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
The instructor is sweet and talented, but she's never been pregnant, which is somewhat of a hindrance for prenatal yoga. She actually asked our class if the uterus grows outside of the stomach muscles. I feel bad for even writing this but--seriously? How would it ever work its way outside of the abdominals--that would be some fancy maneuvering! So, pregnancy is somewhat of a mystery to her. :) Clearly, she doesn't appreciate the logistical challenges presented by hoisting a 48-inch waist into the downward dog position. It's really pretty impossible to "step forward into a lunge" at this point. So I just do what I can. It's been fun to see my yoga practice change with my body over the pregnancy, and I'm really glad that I took the class and stuck with it.
Since Deuce isn't giving many signs of being early, I'm doing everything "natural" that I can do to make sure he or she isn't too late. My chances of a repeat-C go up as I get past my due date, so I'm ready to get this show on the road! I have "induction" acupuncture scheduled for Monday. It's exciting--I know a lot of people who've had success with it (88% success rate or something like that). It's usually effective w/i 36 hours for labor induction, so if the first time doesn't work, I'll go again on Wednesday. And, I'll spend the weekend crawling around on my hands and knees, taking long walks, doing lots of lunges, and consuming large quantities of raspberry leaf tea and evening primrose oil. I'm not caster oil--not that desperate yet, and it kind of scares me. If Deucey isn't ready yet, he or she can stay nice and cozy--the natural induction methods don't tend to work unless baby is ready anyway.
B's picked up on all the talk about baby getting here, so she's getting excited too. She keeps asking "When's the baby coming out?" and wants to know what the baby is doing. "Is baby taking a nap?" I told her that when the baby comes we can have a birthday cake and candles, and that really pushed it over the top--I think she wants him or her here mainly so she can have some cake. :)
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Bianca got her (mercury-free) flu shot today. I'm always conflicted about whether or not to do it...B has a great immune system, we practice good hygiene, and she takes a probiotic every day, so I question the need for another shot. But with Steve working in a high school (AKA a cesspool of cold and flu bugs) I feel like I need to protect her and our new little one. I have never seen someone so excited to get a shot--since she's been tagging along to my doctor's appointments, I think she was excited to have her own. She told everyone in the waiting room (loudly) "BIANCA'S GETTING A SHOT!" about a dozen times. Little Ms. Independent wanted to go back with the doctor by herself ("No mommy! All by myself! I'll be RIGHT BACK!") and when she shot was over she asked if they were going to do one in her arm, too. Then she kept putting down her pants to see her new Band-Aid. So, it wasn't too traumatic for her.
My doctor offered me the H1N1 shot today, but I declined after agonizing about it all morning. I recently got the regular flu shot, which was a little outside of my comfort level since there's so little testing on pregnant women, and I'd been advised to wait at least a month before doing the H1N1, if I chose to do it at all. I know flu can have be very serious in pregnancy, but I don't think I'm going to catch it in the next week or so. What I'd really like is for Steve to get the shot--but since he's not in the highest-risk group, he can't get one right now. In fact, my preference is to get one right after I deliver so Deuce will get the antibodies from nursing, but by then, I won't be in the highest-priority group anymore, and who knows if the vaccine will even be available. It's so frustrating--if my family members were allowed to get the shot, then I wouldn't need to--Deuce and I would be protected to a high degree. I don't believe the vaccine is unsafe for healthy adults. It's just the regular vaccine with a different (killed) viral strain. But because they can't get it, I'm asked to step way outside of my comfort level and get yet another shot with unknown implications for my baby. Meanwhile the media is totally hyping swine flu all over the place and scaring people who can't even get the vaccine. Gotta love it when things are backwards!
A couple of shots of B...playing puppy with all of her food bowls out. She asked for each of these snacks specifically, for the "puppy". Puppy is wearing Steve's childhood blankie. She's really taken off with her imaginative play and it's so fun to watch. She's also taking after her mom, taking lots of pictures. She likes to store her play camera right next to our real one.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Off to bed...tomorrow is a new day.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Tonight, grandma and Sarah watched B while Steve and I had our last "date night" before Deuce arrives. We went to Pomodoro and caught a movie--might be our last one for awhile!
Hopefully this is my last pregnant photo, too. I'm bigger and heavier than I've ever been at any point, and my knees aren't loving it. At least I've pretty much stopped gaining weight--now for the best part--the instant weight loss that happens right after delivery. Can't wait!
Friday, October 23, 2009
At my 38 week appointment today I found out I'm dialated one centimeter! Yay! It took me nine hours of labor to dialate to one last time around! Whoo hoo! Still feeling crampy and queasy--my bod is getting ready, but I think this bun will stay in the oven at least until next week. Steve went to my appointment with me today because we just realized he'd never met the doctor who will be delivering Deuce. Since he couldn't figure out how to get a one-period sub, he ended up taking the whole day off. B had her morning at Roberta's, so after the appointment we did something we haven't done in a long time--took a nap together. Bliss!
Oof--did I really just upload an image of my nine-month pregnant butt onto the Internet? B loves to do yoga with me and I'm so glad I caught it on video. The "just like mommy" phase she's in is so cute--I wonder how long it will last?
She can make even the darkest, rainest morning fun. I love her car chit-chat...I could listen to her for hours. These are the things she said to me on the way to Roberta's this morning:
"Mom, the car WANTS to go in the puddle!"
"I bet we're going to see MORE pumpkins!"
"I want to show Roberta at my new boots!"
"Mom, feets are dancing HIGH!" (She was doing a particularly funny carseat dance and she wanted me to look.)
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Getting out B's baby things is making me nostalgic for her baby days. Even though she didn't give us much sleep in the beginning, she was (and is) an angel--a very spirited one! It still amazes me how much of their personality is intact from day one. I can't wait to meet our new little one and see if he or she looks like big sister. I know he or she will be a little individual and it will be a whole new adventure.
For those who don't know B's labor story, or for anyone who might learn something from it, here goes: I've since learned that I was the classic "posterior" labor--she was facing forward instead of backward, and stubborn little thing that she is, she just wouldn't turn. We had taken a Bradley class and wanted to try for an intervention-free delivery. I went into labor on my own at 41 weeks at 10am--while baking Christmas cookies. After laboring at home with really intense contrax (2 mins long, 90 secs apart--crazy!) we headed to the hospital at 7pm to find that I was only dialed one centimeter. I knew I was in labor and I pretty much refused to leave since the ride there was torturous. And this was Pullman, so we lived five minutes away, tops. :) Anyway, the nurses hooked me up to the monitor and saw how intense my contractions were, so they let me stay. I promptly got into the tub and got into my groove and dilated to six within a few hours. However, since I wasn't wearing a fetal monitor, the nurse had to monitor B's heartbeat through my contractions, even while in the tub, and she was annoyed--BIG time. So I finally decided to get out. The monitor thing totally sucked--I handled contractions unmedicated just fine, but having a monitor pressed to my belly during the height of a contraction was torture. I knew B was fine, so once or twice I asked if we could just skip the monitor for this contraction--the nurse acted like I was the world's worst mom--"You don't want your baby's HEARTBEAT?" Eyeroll. Things slowed a bit when I got out of the tub but by midnight I was at an eight and my water broke on its own. They called my doctor and started preparing for the birth--and then things really stalled. After laboring all the way until 7am the following morning, the nurse finally told me I was a 10, but my doctor said I was still at 9.5. After about 21 hrs with no fluids (I still can't fathom why they didn't give me any) and no food, I was totally exhausted. My contractions basically stopped--my body just gave out. I knew that she was stuck and not coming down any further. I also knew that without major intervention (pitocin, IV, epidural, etc.) I could not handle any more labor. My doctor was also exhausted, having been called before midnight the previous night. We decided on a C-section rather than pitocin and more labor, because my heart was telling me that we would probably end up with a C anyway. When the doctor took her out, she was wedged in so tightly that they literally had to pry her out and they scratched her face in the process--so she was born with a huge scratch across her cheek, but it healed within hours (newborns are so amazing).
So, lessons learned--we needed a different nurse, as ours really wasn't comfortable with an unmedicated labor. And, she smelled like onions. Not cool. :) I know we made her job a lot harder by not wearing a monitor, but I really needed to be able to move during labor. So it just wasn't a good fit. This time I will be wearing one, and I'll also have an IV for fluids. We also have an awesome doula to help us deal with any situations at the hospital, e.g. unsupportive nurse. Our birth plan is much simpler this time--I think (and I have been told this by many health-care professionals since) that nurses are sometimes intimidated by pages-long "natural" birth plans and don't offer help or suggestions because they don't want to offend the parents (for me, some fluids would have been really helpful!). I am a good advocate for myself and I have a great birth team, so I'm comfortable with any suggestions anyone has during labor. I can always say no! This time, I'd much rather have someone try to help me than ignore me.
It was amazing to work with my body through the entire labor, and I'm so glad that I got to experience it. Oh, and if you're not medicated--stay in the tub as long as you can! It helps sooooo much!
A day old. She doesn't even look like she's really sleeping...just squeezing her eyes shut. "This should fool them into thinking that I sleep!"
First smile, seven weeks.
Six months. She developed a habit of smiling for the camera around five or six months. Such a little sunbeam.
I truly can't believe that we're getting ready to do this all over again. When B was born Steve and I were so overwhelmed that we wondered all the time--how do people ever have more than one child? I guess we're about to find out--and we're as ready as we're ever going to be.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
B demonstrates proper trampoline technique. This toy is always a hit with friends.
Decorating a pumpkin with mom.
Probably one of the most realistic pumpkins--this one actually had two eyes and eyebrows, a nose, and a mouth.
B with a pouty kitty.
The youngest partier--Molly the baby as B calls her--asleep on her mom.
Roughhousing with her pal from down the street. It's all fun and games until someone starts crying.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
One of my main goals is to have a bunch of meals frozen. Heading into basketball season with a newborn and a two-year-old, I just don't see myself cooking much for the first few months. In the past 10 days or so, I've made several lasagnas, manacotti, enchiladas, chicken-red pepper casserole, baked macaroni and cheese, three quiches, and black bean, split pea, and white bean soups (I know I'm forgetting some!) The best part--I'm using foodsaver bags to freeze and store the soups flat so they freeze and defrost quickly and evenly (a trick I learned from freezing breastmilk!) and now I have my own little card-catalogue of labeled soups. This absolutely thrills me beyond words.
Homegrown pumpkins from mom's garden
I put up our winter drapes and "installed" new tiebacks today. I say "installed" because it's just some neat ribbon from Dwell, held in place with some cup hooks. A nice $10 project. :)
Baby's room--when we tell people that I don't know the baby's gender, their first response is often "HOW ARE YOU GOING TO DO THE ROOM?" Some people seem very concerned about this. So, folks, here it is, the mysterious gender-neutral room, unveiled. :) It's the Pottery Barn Kids stuff we used for Bianca which I still love, punched up with some red accents.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Deuce looks good! I'm counting down the days--getting a wee bit uncomfortable.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Marching up the neighbor's steps to pet their cats (fortunately, we have really nice neighbors). :) She asked me to tie this scarf on her so she could "walk like a kitty"--it can be either a leash or a tail. :) We have a creative girl.
Using her toy camera to take pictures of the kitties.
Teaching Sylvie about bugs with a library book. Sylvie's not the greatest student.