I haven’t written in a while, mostly because I’ve been exhausted. Not too sick, just queasy enough to make me not feel good for a few hours a day. But after just a few hours of being up and about, I feel like I’m ready for bed all over again.
We had company for Memorial Day Weekend, my best friend and old roommate from college. Hosting company for three days really made me yearn for my impromptu and frequent naps.
I am getting more and more impatient with this waiting to for my next doctor’s appointment. I just need to see a sonogram, or hear a heartbeat, or something! Just let me know everything sounds/looks ok with the baby. Then I can tell everyone and at least eliminate a little of the worry related stress.
I keep praying David will get an awesome raise or promotion so I can stop working while I’m pregnant. (only partially kidding). Working full time and being this exhausted is a bit much.. I can’t wait for that second trimester burst of energy I keep hearing about.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Doula
I have a complete fear of c-sections.
I will do everything in my power to avoid the scaring, irreparable muscle damage and long recovery that go along with one. For me, this means a natural birth, with no epidural, because statistics show epidurals can slow labor and increase chances a c-section will be necessary.
So, in order to keep the doctors from getting impatient with me or talking me into pain killers in my weakened state of labor, I plan on having a team that is there to help me reach my goals during labor.
David's Mom had told me the story of Davey's birth and with it, an important lesson. Nancy's doctor wanted to perform a c-section when labor was taking too long for his patience, but Nancy's midwife told her she could deliver vaginally and massaged and coached her through it until David was born healthy and happy and without permanent damage to Nancy's abs.
From the time I heard this story, I decided that I too was going to have a midwife. Problem is, and I soon found out, a midwife isn't what a midwife used to be. Now a midwife is a certified nurse and not necessarily trained in massage or holistic birthing methods. What I found out I needed was a doula.
After my internet search, I found www.beginswithbirth.com. I spoke on the phone with Jodi and she made me feel so much better about my delivery. She advised me which hospitals have high c-section rates, which obstetricians are the most relaxed and comforting during delivery and even invited me to a holistic mothers group.
I am so excited to have someone who thinks like I do, and knows what she is doing. She has delivered 175 babies! Most importantly she doesnt think I'm crazy for wanting to turn down the epidural and bring a baby into the world the old fashion way.
David and I are pretty sure we want to deliver at Elmer Hospital. Even though it is 40 minutes from here, their facilities look amazing and Jodi and my friend Kristina (who went there once when she had a 9 months pregnant fall down the stairs) both swear the staff there is as kind as they've ever experienced.
Also, if I deliver at Elmer, I have the option of a water birth. They have always intrigued me and from what I have read make labor a lot less painful. Sounds good to me.
I will do everything in my power to avoid the scaring, irreparable muscle damage and long recovery that go along with one. For me, this means a natural birth, with no epidural, because statistics show epidurals can slow labor and increase chances a c-section will be necessary.
So, in order to keep the doctors from getting impatient with me or talking me into pain killers in my weakened state of labor, I plan on having a team that is there to help me reach my goals during labor.
David's Mom had told me the story of Davey's birth and with it, an important lesson. Nancy's doctor wanted to perform a c-section when labor was taking too long for his patience, but Nancy's midwife told her she could deliver vaginally and massaged and coached her through it until David was born healthy and happy and without permanent damage to Nancy's abs.
From the time I heard this story, I decided that I too was going to have a midwife. Problem is, and I soon found out, a midwife isn't what a midwife used to be. Now a midwife is a certified nurse and not necessarily trained in massage or holistic birthing methods. What I found out I needed was a doula.
After my internet search, I found www.beginswithbirth.com. I spoke on the phone with Jodi and she made me feel so much better about my delivery. She advised me which hospitals have high c-section rates, which obstetricians are the most relaxed and comforting during delivery and even invited me to a holistic mothers group.
I am so excited to have someone who thinks like I do, and knows what she is doing. She has delivered 175 babies! Most importantly she doesnt think I'm crazy for wanting to turn down the epidural and bring a baby into the world the old fashion way.
David and I are pretty sure we want to deliver at Elmer Hospital. Even though it is 40 minutes from here, their facilities look amazing and Jodi and my friend Kristina (who went there once when she had a 9 months pregnant fall down the stairs) both swear the staff there is as kind as they've ever experienced.
Also, if I deliver at Elmer, I have the option of a water birth. They have always intrigued me and from what I have read make labor a lot less painful. Sounds good to me.
Dave spilled the beans!
We planned on telling Dave's parents about our news on Mother's Day.
We sent them a picture frame that defined "Grandchild" with a note where the picture goes that said "Photo of your grandchild to arrive on or about December 29th 2009". The package had a big "Do Not Open Until Mother's Day" written in crayon on it (under the shipping material).
Yesterday was Dave's Mom's birthday, and his father had pulled the package from the mail and surprised her yesterday with it, but when she opened it, it warned that it should not be opened until Mother's Day. So she called David and he, who couldn't wait a moment longer, told her to open it early. :)
It was so cute when David explained to me he couldn't wait any longer. It's so heartwarming (and tear-jerking due to the pregnancy hormones) to see him just as excited as I am about our new baby! I love him so much.
It so much fun to tell people our news, I can't wait for the moment we feel safe releasing the news to everyone.
We sent them a picture frame that defined "Grandchild" with a note where the picture goes that said "Photo of your grandchild to arrive on or about December 29th 2009". The package had a big "Do Not Open Until Mother's Day" written in crayon on it (under the shipping material).
Yesterday was Dave's Mom's birthday, and his father had pulled the package from the mail and surprised her yesterday with it, but when she opened it, it warned that it should not be opened until Mother's Day. So she called David and he, who couldn't wait a moment longer, told her to open it early. :)
It was so cute when David explained to me he couldn't wait any longer. It's so heartwarming (and tear-jerking due to the pregnancy hormones) to see him just as excited as I am about our new baby! I love him so much.
It so much fun to tell people our news, I can't wait for the moment we feel safe releasing the news to everyone.
Week 6, Day 1 - Morning Sickness Arrives
On Tuesday my brother graduated from Embry Riddle Aeronautical University in Daytona Beach, FL (Congratulations Ryan!). My parents, grandmother, David and I flew down Sunday evening to be there for the ceremony.
Sunday night we had dinner at Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. for dinner (food is soo good). I told grandma the news, and talked about how not sick I've been. Big Mistake.
Monday morning I woke up queasy, and I've been queasy ever since, including right now. And, its just gotten worse since Monday morning. In fact, Tuesday's flight home was torture due to turbulance. Morning sickness + motion sickness = terrible combination.
Last night the smell of broccoli and a bite of salad made me want to throw up on the table at Chilis.
To be honest, I haven't thrown up yet. But I am not a puker. I loathe throwing up and will battle the feeling until I have no choice. Unfortunately, this is probably making it worse, because if I just puke and get it over with I might feel better. I just can't bring myself to do it. :(
So instead, I'm walking around in a nauseous nightmare.
Sunday night we had dinner at Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. for dinner (food is soo good). I told grandma the news, and talked about how not sick I've been. Big Mistake.
Monday morning I woke up queasy, and I've been queasy ever since, including right now. And, its just gotten worse since Monday morning. In fact, Tuesday's flight home was torture due to turbulance. Morning sickness + motion sickness = terrible combination.
Last night the smell of broccoli and a bite of salad made me want to throw up on the table at Chilis.
To be honest, I haven't thrown up yet. But I am not a puker. I loathe throwing up and will battle the feeling until I have no choice. Unfortunately, this is probably making it worse, because if I just puke and get it over with I might feel better. I just can't bring myself to do it. :(
So instead, I'm walking around in a nauseous nightmare.
Friday, May 1, 2009
I just had a moment..
Driving home for my lunch break in my car, I began singing along to my Vampire Weekend CD and almost instantly, as I started to sing, I realized I could sing to my baby :)
He/she wont have ears for a little while longer, but somewhere deep my imagination I came up with the thought that even if she can't hear sound yet, maybe she can feel my excitment and happiness channeling throughout my body. Maybe I can share with her my joy and anticipation through my singing. I got butterflies and I blushed when the thought came into my mind.
But I sang as loud as I could with a school girl smile on my face the whole way home!
He/she wont have ears for a little while longer, but somewhere deep my imagination I came up with the thought that even if she can't hear sound yet, maybe she can feel my excitment and happiness channeling throughout my body. Maybe I can share with her my joy and anticipation through my singing. I got butterflies and I blushed when the thought came into my mind.
But I sang as loud as I could with a school girl smile on my face the whole way home!
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