Heres some of Charlie. I love this little jacket!
What to do to a Reflux Baby
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Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Picture update
I promised pictures, so here are a few. I promise to get some more up soon.
Heres some of Charlie. I love this little jacket!
And here is some of David. He wanted to wear his sisters headband. I love how big his eyes are, and how long and dark his lashes are.
Here is Anastasia. It's not as easy to get pictures of the older two, they constantly ham it up.
And here is Anthony. He lost his first tooth on Saturday!
Here's David and Anastasia walking down to see the puppies
And here is the newest addition to our family, coming home in 3 weeks!! And his little litter mates.
Heres some of Charlie. I love this little jacket!
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Quick Update
Juggling 4 kids and a household is proving to take up a lot of my time, who would have thunk it? So while Charlie sleeps on me, I'll post a quick update - and then it's off to bed for me!
Charlie is doing really well. He is such an easy going baby - knock on wood. He has his cranky moments, but for the most part he sleeps or eats most of the day. He prefers sleeping on me to sleeping anywhere else, and I'm perfectly okay with that. I hate putting my babies down in the early months. It's especially bad with Charlie because I know we are nearing an end on having kids, so it makes every moment even more precious. We are definitely having at least 1 more, maybe 2 children but I am starting to feel closer to being content. At Charlie's 2 week check up he weighed in at 7 lbs 11 oz! Thats 1 lb 5.5 oz gain from birth! I think for the first time I'm making cream instead of skim milk - and I credit my placenta capsules to that.
I have had a few moody, hormonal days but for the most part I feel pretty normal. It may or may not be the placenta capsules, but whatever it is I'm happy - for now. I was really worried about PPD with this pregnancy because I've battled depression for nearly a decade, and this pregnancy was pretty bad. So far I'm doing well and I hope that keeps up. I haven't been getting nearly enough sleep, which concerns me, but so far it's not completely messing my head up.
Chris and I have cheated a bit with the Primal diet, but I think we've figured out a decent balance, for now. Grains are the worst food for me, especially, so we are trying to hardcore refrain from those. I can tell when I eat grains how badly it is affecting me, within a few hours my entire body aches. It makes me a bit angry that grains have been hailed as being so healthy, and the more I look into it the more I realize that this wasn't always believed to be true - it's just politics that make it appear to be true. Maybe had I known I could have saved my wrists. I can now feed myself with my right arm, wash my own hair, touch my face, touch the back of my head, ect... with my right arm. All from eliminating grains.
We saw the surgeon again last week. He is so impressed by the changes in my elbow that he no longer wants to do surgery on it - for now. This is great news! He still wants to go ahead with the fusion, however he wants me to meet with the rheumatologist to ensure that there is absolutely nothing else that can be done first. I see him Thursday, and I see my surgeon again next Friday. In the meantime he had custom made braces fitted for my hands to help the pain, and to simulate what a fusion will be like.
Anthony's last day of school is Thursday, and I couldn't be happier. Every day I hear him tell me about the candy he was given and the movies he watched - it totally pisses me off. We are both eager to begin homeschooling. We are starting on the 31st - Chris and I are planning to switch to year round school and give days/weeks off where WE see fit.
Our puppy, Jovi, is just over 4 weeks old now. I can't wait to bring him home. He is looking more like a Golden than a Huskie, and Chris is thrilled. He wanted more Golden features. He's so tiny still but he's looking more and more like a puppy. It's absolutely amazing how quickly he's changed.
The next post, I promise, will contain some updated pictures of everyone. Hopefully it won't be weeks before that happens.
Charlie is doing really well. He is such an easy going baby - knock on wood. He has his cranky moments, but for the most part he sleeps or eats most of the day. He prefers sleeping on me to sleeping anywhere else, and I'm perfectly okay with that. I hate putting my babies down in the early months. It's especially bad with Charlie because I know we are nearing an end on having kids, so it makes every moment even more precious. We are definitely having at least 1 more, maybe 2 children but I am starting to feel closer to being content. At Charlie's 2 week check up he weighed in at 7 lbs 11 oz! Thats 1 lb 5.5 oz gain from birth! I think for the first time I'm making cream instead of skim milk - and I credit my placenta capsules to that.
I have had a few moody, hormonal days but for the most part I feel pretty normal. It may or may not be the placenta capsules, but whatever it is I'm happy - for now. I was really worried about PPD with this pregnancy because I've battled depression for nearly a decade, and this pregnancy was pretty bad. So far I'm doing well and I hope that keeps up. I haven't been getting nearly enough sleep, which concerns me, but so far it's not completely messing my head up.
Chris and I have cheated a bit with the Primal diet, but I think we've figured out a decent balance, for now. Grains are the worst food for me, especially, so we are trying to hardcore refrain from those. I can tell when I eat grains how badly it is affecting me, within a few hours my entire body aches. It makes me a bit angry that grains have been hailed as being so healthy, and the more I look into it the more I realize that this wasn't always believed to be true - it's just politics that make it appear to be true. Maybe had I known I could have saved my wrists. I can now feed myself with my right arm, wash my own hair, touch my face, touch the back of my head, ect... with my right arm. All from eliminating grains.
We saw the surgeon again last week. He is so impressed by the changes in my elbow that he no longer wants to do surgery on it - for now. This is great news! He still wants to go ahead with the fusion, however he wants me to meet with the rheumatologist to ensure that there is absolutely nothing else that can be done first. I see him Thursday, and I see my surgeon again next Friday. In the meantime he had custom made braces fitted for my hands to help the pain, and to simulate what a fusion will be like.
Anthony's last day of school is Thursday, and I couldn't be happier. Every day I hear him tell me about the candy he was given and the movies he watched - it totally pisses me off. We are both eager to begin homeschooling. We are starting on the 31st - Chris and I are planning to switch to year round school and give days/weeks off where WE see fit.
Our puppy, Jovi, is just over 4 weeks old now. I can't wait to bring him home. He is looking more like a Golden than a Huskie, and Chris is thrilled. He wanted more Golden features. He's so tiny still but he's looking more and more like a puppy. It's absolutely amazing how quickly he's changed.
The next post, I promise, will contain some updated pictures of everyone. Hopefully it won't be weeks before that happens.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Charlie's birth story
At my appointment on Tuesday I was 3 cm and 80% effaced, and again I was told I could go at any time.
On Thursday morning David woke me up at 5 am by climbing on top of me. I managed to get him back to sleep about 10 minutes later and right after he fell back asleep I had a pretty painful contraction across my back. It wasn't tightening up my stomach, but it was very painful. I figured it was a false contraction and tried to go back to sleep. Three minutes later I had another one. I told myself that if I had another one I would get up to see if they stopped. My contractions alway stop with movement. Three minutes later another one hit. Chris had slept on the couch because his snoring had been keeping me awake, and I was absolutely exhausted - so I walked out to the living room to tell him I thought I may be in labor for real. As soon as I began walking another contraction hit. I woke him up and told him and then went to run the bath to see if that stopped the contractions. The hot water felt really nice, but as soon as another contraction hit I knew this was real labor so I got out to warn Chris. I woke him up again and asked if he could make me breakfast - he looked at me like I was crazy. I really wanted to eat before we had to leave for the hospital - I thought for sure this would be a really long labor. As soon as I was done asking him another contraction hit that had me holding on to the back the couch and had me moaning pretty loud. That got Chris up! He began dashing around the house getting the kids up and told me that we were leaving NOW to take the kids to the babysitters and we were going to the hospital. At this point my contractions began stacking. They weren't tightening my tummy at all so I figured, again, that it was going to be a very long labor. We were both trying to reassure the kids that I was okay because it was becoming impossible for me to not moan through the contractions. As soon as we got in the car I called my mom to let her know we were on our way in and could barely get the words out of my mouth.
The contractions were so bad at this point that Chris ended up running a red light on the way to drop the kids off. The roads were completely empty, so it wasn't super dangerous even though it was completely illegal. As soon as we dropped the kids off he called the hospital to let them know we were on our way in. On the way to the hospital I thought I was going to deploy the airbag because I was bracing myself against it. I could literally feel myself dilate during some of the contractions. Chris ended up running another red light to get me there.
Chris parked right outside the ER and at first I told him I didn't want to walk so he was going to grab me a wheelchair, but then I had a sense of urgency and didn't want to wait on him. I told him to please go in and grab someone as I walking, I didn't want him to wait on me. As soon as the doors opened a nurse was there with a wheelchair. She had called me doctor to warn him I was coming in and he gave his nurses strict orders on how to "handle" me. She ran me upstairs while Chris was getting me registered. She told me that Dr. Schropp had strict marching orders that I was to be processed as quickly as possible, and that the IV was the most important thing to get in me so I could get pain meds in time. He is quite familiar with my quick deliveries. We got to the room and there were two more nurses waiting to help me undress and put the gown on, and another nurse who immediately began prepping my arm for an IV. They checked me and told me they weren't sure I'd get the epidural in time, as I was already 7-8 cms, and I changed to 8-9 as they were checking me. I think I started crying at this time, I did NOT want to go natural again.
Dr. Schropp arrived around then and I told him what they said and he said that he had already called the anesthesiologist who was on his way, and we just needed to get the IV fluids in. Chris came up at this time and as I was talking to him I looked down at my arm and it was twice the size as normal. I commented to the nurse and she replied that my vein had blown. Chris later told me the doctor looked really angry and told her she needed to get the line back in immediately. I started burning up at this point and retching, which made me very thankful that I didn't have breakfast. The cool cloths were amazing on my face. I asked if I could have Stadol while I waited for the epidural, and at first I was told no because the IV had not run through but then Dr. Schropp approved it. Wonderful stuff. The contractions were just as painful, but all of a sudden they were so much more mentally manageable. Somewhere in here I was told that the anesthesiologist had just arrived in the parking garage and was running as fast as he could. The nurses already had all of his stuff out and prepped for him so as soon as he got in the room they sat me up and had me round my back. He told me that he'd go as fast as he could but that some patients don't like when he goes fast. I told him that I wouldn't complain! About 4 minutes later he was done, and the doctor checked me and I was completely dilated. The pain of the contractions were gone, and since they were never tightening my stomach I didn't feel them at all. All of a sudden I felt a burning searing pain though and Charlie was descending. We just let the contractions naturally bring him down until the burning got to be too much. The doctor gave me a local shot to try to help the burning pain but it didn't take in time. I nearly lost it with the burn - it felt like I had no pain meds at all - but a few minutes later Charlies head was out and the pain disappeared. His cord wasn't wrapped around his neck, but it was all bunched up by his face. Even with Stadol, an epidural, and a local my pain wasn't completely gone. I could feel every stitch as I was sewn back up. Charlie was born at 8 am exactly, weighing 6 lbs 5.5 oz and was 19.5 inches. He was born a mere three hours after my son David woke me up. It was so scary how quickly everything happened. My doctor has suggested that if we decide for another that for my health and the babies health that we schedule an amnio and an induction at 37 weeks to ensure we get to the hospital in time. Charlie had issues breathing because he came down too quickly. The doctor also told me that the pain is more intense because they come down so quickly their heads don't mold and instead stay perfectly round making MY body have to mold instead. Charlie has a bruise on the top of his head from hitting my pelvic bone. I definitely want more kids, but I'm not sure I can go through another scary delivery.
*** My doctor is a saint too, the IV still hadn't completely emptied by the time Charlie was born, but he still gave me pain meds!
On Thursday morning David woke me up at 5 am by climbing on top of me. I managed to get him back to sleep about 10 minutes later and right after he fell back asleep I had a pretty painful contraction across my back. It wasn't tightening up my stomach, but it was very painful. I figured it was a false contraction and tried to go back to sleep. Three minutes later I had another one. I told myself that if I had another one I would get up to see if they stopped. My contractions alway stop with movement. Three minutes later another one hit. Chris had slept on the couch because his snoring had been keeping me awake, and I was absolutely exhausted - so I walked out to the living room to tell him I thought I may be in labor for real. As soon as I began walking another contraction hit. I woke him up and told him and then went to run the bath to see if that stopped the contractions. The hot water felt really nice, but as soon as another contraction hit I knew this was real labor so I got out to warn Chris. I woke him up again and asked if he could make me breakfast - he looked at me like I was crazy. I really wanted to eat before we had to leave for the hospital - I thought for sure this would be a really long labor. As soon as I was done asking him another contraction hit that had me holding on to the back the couch and had me moaning pretty loud. That got Chris up! He began dashing around the house getting the kids up and told me that we were leaving NOW to take the kids to the babysitters and we were going to the hospital. At this point my contractions began stacking. They weren't tightening my tummy at all so I figured, again, that it was going to be a very long labor. We were both trying to reassure the kids that I was okay because it was becoming impossible for me to not moan through the contractions. As soon as we got in the car I called my mom to let her know we were on our way in and could barely get the words out of my mouth.
The contractions were so bad at this point that Chris ended up running a red light on the way to drop the kids off. The roads were completely empty, so it wasn't super dangerous even though it was completely illegal. As soon as we dropped the kids off he called the hospital to let them know we were on our way in. On the way to the hospital I thought I was going to deploy the airbag because I was bracing myself against it. I could literally feel myself dilate during some of the contractions. Chris ended up running another red light to get me there.
Chris parked right outside the ER and at first I told him I didn't want to walk so he was going to grab me a wheelchair, but then I had a sense of urgency and didn't want to wait on him. I told him to please go in and grab someone as I walking, I didn't want him to wait on me. As soon as the doors opened a nurse was there with a wheelchair. She had called me doctor to warn him I was coming in and he gave his nurses strict orders on how to "handle" me. She ran me upstairs while Chris was getting me registered. She told me that Dr. Schropp had strict marching orders that I was to be processed as quickly as possible, and that the IV was the most important thing to get in me so I could get pain meds in time. He is quite familiar with my quick deliveries. We got to the room and there were two more nurses waiting to help me undress and put the gown on, and another nurse who immediately began prepping my arm for an IV. They checked me and told me they weren't sure I'd get the epidural in time, as I was already 7-8 cms, and I changed to 8-9 as they were checking me. I think I started crying at this time, I did NOT want to go natural again.
Dr. Schropp arrived around then and I told him what they said and he said that he had already called the anesthesiologist who was on his way, and we just needed to get the IV fluids in. Chris came up at this time and as I was talking to him I looked down at my arm and it was twice the size as normal. I commented to the nurse and she replied that my vein had blown. Chris later told me the doctor looked really angry and told her she needed to get the line back in immediately. I started burning up at this point and retching, which made me very thankful that I didn't have breakfast. The cool cloths were amazing on my face. I asked if I could have Stadol while I waited for the epidural, and at first I was told no because the IV had not run through but then Dr. Schropp approved it. Wonderful stuff. The contractions were just as painful, but all of a sudden they were so much more mentally manageable. Somewhere in here I was told that the anesthesiologist had just arrived in the parking garage and was running as fast as he could. The nurses already had all of his stuff out and prepped for him so as soon as he got in the room they sat me up and had me round my back. He told me that he'd go as fast as he could but that some patients don't like when he goes fast. I told him that I wouldn't complain! About 4 minutes later he was done, and the doctor checked me and I was completely dilated. The pain of the contractions were gone, and since they were never tightening my stomach I didn't feel them at all. All of a sudden I felt a burning searing pain though and Charlie was descending. We just let the contractions naturally bring him down until the burning got to be too much. The doctor gave me a local shot to try to help the burning pain but it didn't take in time. I nearly lost it with the burn - it felt like I had no pain meds at all - but a few minutes later Charlies head was out and the pain disappeared. His cord wasn't wrapped around his neck, but it was all bunched up by his face. Even with Stadol, an epidural, and a local my pain wasn't completely gone. I could feel every stitch as I was sewn back up. Charlie was born at 8 am exactly, weighing 6 lbs 5.5 oz and was 19.5 inches. He was born a mere three hours after my son David woke me up. It was so scary how quickly everything happened. My doctor has suggested that if we decide for another that for my health and the babies health that we schedule an amnio and an induction at 37 weeks to ensure we get to the hospital in time. Charlie had issues breathing because he came down too quickly. The doctor also told me that the pain is more intense because they come down so quickly their heads don't mold and instead stay perfectly round making MY body have to mold instead. Charlie has a bruise on the top of his head from hitting my pelvic bone. I definitely want more kids, but I'm not sure I can go through another scary delivery.
*** My doctor is a saint too, the IV still hadn't completely emptied by the time Charlie was born, but he still gave me pain meds!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Just an example of my crazy mind
I've been told by professionals a few times that I may have OCD. Not the stereotypical OCD - the obsessive cleaning kind - but one that has to do with numbers and things being equal. It's gotten better over the years, when I was younger if I tapped one foot a certain number I'd have to tap the other foot a certain amount of times. It didn't have to be the exact number of times truthfully, it just had to feel equal. The only time it gets bad now is when I'm under an extreme amount of stress. Chris likes to bother me a lot about this and will tap two or three of my fingers and then walk off. The other part is that I'm a crazy numbers person. Things have to make sense numerically to me even if they make sense to no one else. This drives Chris completely batty as I try to explain WHY things have to occur a certain way. For example - my family's birthdays. I can justify, in my own mind, why all of our birthdays work well together. The whole pregnancy has thrown me off because I was trying to figure out how Charlie being due so far from the rest of our birthdays was going to fit in - but I have it figured out. To me.
If Charlie is born in April we will have two April birthdays (as our puppy, Jovi, was born on the 19th), two August birthdays, two July birthdays, and then Chris in September, which still works out.
If he is born in May then we will have an April, May, June (Baby C was due in June), July, August, and September birthdays.
If he WAS born today (too late for that but I already worked it out in my head) his birthday would have been 4/27. 4+27=31. Both David and Anthony were born on the 31st of their months. Plus he'd be born on Tuesday - which Anthony and Anastasia were both Tuesday babies.
If he is born tomorrow his birthday will fall on the 28th, which my birthday is also on the 28th, plus he'd be born on Wednesday. So we'd have Tuesday babies (Anthony and Anastasia), a Wednesday baby, and a Thursday baby (David).
If he is born on the 29th, it will fall the day after my numerical birthday, and we'd have two children born on Tuesday and two on Thursday.
If he is born on the 30th than all of our boys will be born on the last days of their months.
If he is born on the first than we'd have two children with the 31st as their birthday, and two with the first as their birthday.
I haven't figured past that point yet!
Like I said, I'm completely crazy, and it may not make ACTUAL sense but to me it makes perfect sense.
If Charlie is born in April we will have two April birthdays (as our puppy, Jovi, was born on the 19th), two August birthdays, two July birthdays, and then Chris in September, which still works out.
If he is born in May then we will have an April, May, June (Baby C was due in June), July, August, and September birthdays.
If he WAS born today (too late for that but I already worked it out in my head) his birthday would have been 4/27. 4+27=31. Both David and Anthony were born on the 31st of their months. Plus he'd be born on Tuesday - which Anthony and Anastasia were both Tuesday babies.
If he is born tomorrow his birthday will fall on the 28th, which my birthday is also on the 28th, plus he'd be born on Wednesday. So we'd have Tuesday babies (Anthony and Anastasia), a Wednesday baby, and a Thursday baby (David).
If he is born on the 29th, it will fall the day after my numerical birthday, and we'd have two children born on Tuesday and two on Thursday.
If he is born on the 30th than all of our boys will be born on the last days of their months.
If he is born on the first than we'd have two children with the 31st as their birthday, and two with the first as their birthday.
I haven't figured past that point yet!
Like I said, I'm completely crazy, and it may not make ACTUAL sense but to me it makes perfect sense.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
House purge!
Even though I've already posted today, I couldn't help updating because I'm quite proud of myself! Cleaning with EDS has been a constant struggle for me. I love to clean, I love a clean house, however cleaning is something that is not easily done when your wrists are in a lot pain. I've had to take painkillers today to accomplish this, but I am quite pleased that I have gotten so much done! I made myself, and Chris, a to-do list and my list is completely done minus some homeschool lesson planning. Chris's list is nearly done, but I know he'll complete it tonight. Today I've managed to -
- Clean both bathrooms top to bottom
- Clean the kitchen top to bottom - twice
- Clean the living room deeply, dust the entertainment center, and declutter
- Declutter the dining room, finished hanging homeschooling posters
- Declutter our bedroom completely, moved all my sewing stuff to the appropriate shelves in the garage.
- Mini organized the office. This is Chris's domain so I hesitate to touch much, but I did a bit of pruning :)
- Finished purging the pantry and snack shelf of all non-primal foods. This is our third purge, and we still have on more to do. The first purge went to the boyscouts, the second to Sandra, and this one is heading up to the squadron. We have gotten rid of over 30 bags of food.... it's quite disgusting to me that we had so much and others have so little.
- Reorganized the CDs that David loves to take out and dismantle
- Cleaned the laundry room
The kids cleaned the playroom up, and straightened their rooms.
Chris has vacuumed, folded and hung all the laundry and put most of it away, he's mopping the house now, and then he just needs to do the dishes and put the bags of food in his car. He also has to connect the co-sleeper to our bed (we use it as a guard rail, Charlie sleeps in our bed), and put the sheets on it. I may also clean out the master bedroom closet and toss the maternity clothes into the basket so that we can easily restore them once Charlie is here. My house looks so nice and tidy! It makes my mind so much calmer. Chris says he's going to be angry with me if I go into labor today or tomorrow - he thinks my neurotic self has prevented labor from coming because I wasn't happy with the house.
- Clean both bathrooms top to bottom
- Clean the kitchen top to bottom - twice
- Clean the living room deeply, dust the entertainment center, and declutter
- Declutter the dining room, finished hanging homeschooling posters
- Declutter our bedroom completely, moved all my sewing stuff to the appropriate shelves in the garage.
- Mini organized the office. This is Chris's domain so I hesitate to touch much, but I did a bit of pruning :)
- Finished purging the pantry and snack shelf of all non-primal foods. This is our third purge, and we still have on more to do. The first purge went to the boyscouts, the second to Sandra, and this one is heading up to the squadron. We have gotten rid of over 30 bags of food.... it's quite disgusting to me that we had so much and others have so little.
- Reorganized the CDs that David loves to take out and dismantle
- Cleaned the laundry room
The kids cleaned the playroom up, and straightened their rooms.
Chris has vacuumed, folded and hung all the laundry and put most of it away, he's mopping the house now, and then he just needs to do the dishes and put the bags of food in his car. He also has to connect the co-sleeper to our bed (we use it as a guard rail, Charlie sleeps in our bed), and put the sheets on it. I may also clean out the master bedroom closet and toss the maternity clothes into the basket so that we can easily restore them once Charlie is here. My house looks so nice and tidy! It makes my mind so much calmer. Chris says he's going to be angry with me if I go into labor today or tomorrow - he thinks my neurotic self has prevented labor from coming because I wasn't happy with the house.
More NSTs
Yesterday I had another NST and another OB appt. Charlie didn't want to cooperate this time, his heart rate was staying extremely consistent and he was hardly moving. The nurse was having a really hard time even picking up his heartbeat - he must have been in a weird position. She had to press the monitor on me the whole time, as she couldn't get the band tight enough around me to hear his heartbeat. After a few minutes she gave me a large glass of ice water which is normally enough to get him moving a bit. This time it did nothing. So she gave me three mini chocolate bars which was way to much chocolate for me, but still he didn't perk up. After half an hour she brought out a little electrical stimulation and started trying to shock him to move. That didn't work either. At the 45 minute mark he had his first heart acceleration, but that was the only one. Fifteen minutes later she went to grab Dr. Schropp to see what he wanted to do. He came in the room and asked if she had tried the electrical stimulation and she told him she had. His response to that was, "weird", which did nothing to alleviate my fears. He began telling me that we could do a Biophysical Profile on him if we wanted to, or we could come back in the morning and do another NST. I asked him if I was still seeing him for my appt in a few minutes, and he said yes and we could discuss it more then. He left and the nurse escorted me to the exam room to wait for him. He came in and talked more about the NST. He said that there was nothing super concerning on it, his heart rate was good it just wasn't accelerating the way it should. He said if I wanted to we could do the Biophysical or we could just wait until the morning - and that it was whatever I was comfortable with. I told him that if he felt it was fine to wait that we could wait as he was going to have me repeat the NST the next day regardless. He did the cervical check and I'm 1-2 cm still and 50% effaced, but that my cervix has moved up even more - which is a really good thing. He stripped my membranes with the hope that Charlie will come soon and we can avoid needing a medical induction for his less than stellar NST results.
My NST today was completely different. Charlie passed within 10 minutes! The nurse said my uterus was extremely aggravated though and asked if I was feeling the cramping. I told her I had in the past few days but today it's been pretty non-existent. She seemed mildly surprised and said I was showing uterine cramps every few moments. Huh.... maybe he is going to come soon! Today I've hardly had any contractions at all, but that happens with each of my labors. I have managed to get my house pretty much cleaned top to bottom and plan to finish the rest up here in just a few moments. Any day now!
Belly Picture taken at 37 weeks even :) I'm up to 139/140 lbs now. I had gotten up to 143 lbs but have lost 4 lbs in just the past few days.
My NST today was completely different. Charlie passed within 10 minutes! The nurse said my uterus was extremely aggravated though and asked if I was feeling the cramping. I told her I had in the past few days but today it's been pretty non-existent. She seemed mildly surprised and said I was showing uterine cramps every few moments. Huh.... maybe he is going to come soon! Today I've hardly had any contractions at all, but that happens with each of my labors. I have managed to get my house pretty much cleaned top to bottom and plan to finish the rest up here in just a few moments. Any day now!
Belly Picture taken at 37 weeks even :) I'm up to 139/140 lbs now. I had gotten up to 143 lbs but have lost 4 lbs in just the past few days.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Another Day, Another Appointment
Today I had yet another NST. I love hearing the reassuring heartbeat of my son, but these appointments are getting old - and it's affecting the whole family. Yesterday I began having pretty intense contractions that were coming every 20 minutes even, but they were only lasting 15-30 seconds. Chris was getting pretty excited but I just had a feeling that they were going to peter out. Sure enough they stopped by the evening. The scary thing was, though, at times it felt as if there was a body part in my vagina! I had read about cord prolapses and was a bit worried. Today I told the nurse what happened and she grabbed my doctor who seemed quite concerned and decided to check me out, even though I wasn't scheduled to see him today. He said that strangely enough a lot of his patients had contractions yesterday without them going anywhere. The contractions have further effaced me, and moved my cervix more forward and under Charlie's head. Originally Charlie's head was in front of my cervix, so this was great news. There was no cord prolapse either so thats reassuring. He said he wouldn't be surprised if I went in the next few days, and if I didn't I'd see him on Friday. I've had a few contractions this evening, but nothing major or exciting. For some reason I've had the 23rd stuck in my head since I became pregnant, so we'll see if that means anything. Regardless, it's exciting to know that in the next few weeks I'll be holding my new son in my hands!
Also, Chris and I have been reevaluating his name. It is still most definitely Charlie. We have been debating since we've chosen the name whether or not it should be Charles, a name neither of us likes at all. After going back and forth we've decided to not use Charles, his legal name will be just Charlie. Honestly, in this generation, we feel Charlie is more professional sounding than some of the other names that we've seen gain popularity. And if a person can nickname themselves, we see no reason why he can't decide to go by Charles in the future if he chooses to. His middle name is the big, up for grabs. I have never liked the name Vincent but Chris loves it. I agreed to allow him to use it if he wanted as a middle name, just like I got to use Cillian as David's middle name. All of our children, though, are named after someone. Anthony is named for my grandpa's best friend who died, Anastasia has my middle name (a middle name that has been passed on for a few generations), and David is named for Chris's best friend and a person I care deeply about. So right now we are going back and forth on whether the middle name should be Vincent - which would mean he wouldn't be named for anyone, or we'd use the middle name George - which is my dads name, my brothers name, both of my grandparents name, Chris's grandfathers name, and Chris's dads middle name. Charlie George sort of sounds like a country singer, but it doesn't sound too terrible. I think we've decided to let Dr. Schropp decide when he is born - so we'll announce it then!
Also, Chris and I have been reevaluating his name. It is still most definitely Charlie. We have been debating since we've chosen the name whether or not it should be Charles, a name neither of us likes at all. After going back and forth we've decided to not use Charles, his legal name will be just Charlie. Honestly, in this generation, we feel Charlie is more professional sounding than some of the other names that we've seen gain popularity. And if a person can nickname themselves, we see no reason why he can't decide to go by Charles in the future if he chooses to. His middle name is the big, up for grabs. I have never liked the name Vincent but Chris loves it. I agreed to allow him to use it if he wanted as a middle name, just like I got to use Cillian as David's middle name. All of our children, though, are named after someone. Anthony is named for my grandpa's best friend who died, Anastasia has my middle name (a middle name that has been passed on for a few generations), and David is named for Chris's best friend and a person I care deeply about. So right now we are going back and forth on whether the middle name should be Vincent - which would mean he wouldn't be named for anyone, or we'd use the middle name George - which is my dads name, my brothers name, both of my grandparents name, Chris's grandfathers name, and Chris's dads middle name. Charlie George sort of sounds like a country singer, but it doesn't sound too terrible. I think we've decided to let Dr. Schropp decide when he is born - so we'll announce it then!
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