Friday, April 13, 2018

Happy 1st Birthday, Lucy

Dear Lucy,

Our sweet Lucy, I can't believe you're one. This year flew by faster than any other year in my entire life. You are the sweetest, most happy baby I've ever known. You are also the most laid back baby in the world. Your birth was unexpected, traumatic and dramatic, but you are the complete opposite of that day. You like routine, calmness and sleeping. Besides being tired, hungry or having your face wiped, nothing seems to bother you.

Your nick names are Mae-Mae, LuMae, Lulu, Lucy Goosey and Monkey Mae (among a few others). You were sleeping through the night by around 8 weeks old - due in part to the fact that you found your left thumb...and you have yet to let that thing go. You absolutely love your left thumb. You never liked pacifiers, but you are definitely a thumb sucker.

You've hit all your milestones right on track - holding your head up within the first month, rolling over around three months (you used to get so mad at night when you'd roll from belly to back, but couldn't roll back to your tummy). You were sitting up independently by about 6 months, crawling by 7 months and took your first steps on March 21, 2018, at 11 months old. Your first word was Dada, and now you can say Mama, Dada and babble on your hand. You started to wave hi and bye bye, we just adore this.

In your first year you've been to Disney many times, gone to a few other theme parks, spent some time in the pool (which you love), been to the beach, and been to day care. Unfortunately this year you also had to say goodbye to your first dog, Juno. It breaks my heart that you won't have memories of her, but she was a loving and patient dog, and you were always very curious about her. She was sweet and gentle with you, and we miss her dearly.

You and Harper started day care in February( just two days a week) - this was a tough decision for Dad and myself. You are doing well though and seem to enjoy yourself. It was one of the hardest thing I've ever done though - hand you over to a stranger and trust you in their care - but you are making friends and learning new things everyday.

You love Harper, and she loves you. When we brought you home, Harper loved to hold you and was so gentle with you. She is always picking you up and carrying you places (this is getting tough as your are almost 20 pounds and Harper weighs about 30 pounds). Now that you are walking and getting stronger, you and Harper play a little rougher with each other. She'll knock you down, you don't seem to care, you just roll over and get back up again. You both really enjoy baths together. One of your favorite things to do is stand up and then fall back down while making a splash - this scares mama a little but you just love it.

You broke mama's heart just a little by showing a disinterest in nursing just before a year old. I was well prepared to nurse you well beyond a year, but you seem to be too independent. However, I've got about 4-6 month supply of breast milk frozen stored up for you. You love eating, and some of your favorite foods are bananas, belvita biscuits, banana blueberry baby food pouches, oatmeal, and puffs.

You enjoy stroller rides outside, interacting with Harper, playing in your kitchen, being carried in the Ergo Baby carrier, adjusting the stereo controls, the TV remote, playing in water and your blanket. You hate being tired, being told no, having your face wiped and the nose freda. You are happy with most people, but are very hesitant with strangers. Santa, the Easter Bunny, Disney characters and strange looking men don't stand a chance with you - you cried with all of the above.

Lucy, you are a dream baby. If all babies were as happy and easy as you, I'd have 20 kids. You are the perfect addition to our family and I truly can't remember life without you in it. I am the luckiest mama in the world to have you and Harper as my daughters. I pray that you two always love each other as much as your do today, and that will always be close. It is a blessing to watch you grow up and learn new things everyday. Thank you for being you - we love more than you'll ever know.

Happy 1st Birthday sweet baby.

Love, Mom

Photos courtesy of Photo de Chavannes ❤️

Monday, July 24, 2017

Happy 3rd Birthday, Harper

Dear Harper,

Happy 3rd Birthday, my sweet girl. I will say this every year that passes, but I cannot believe you are three years old. Three years ago, you made me a mother and have only brought more joy and more happiness with each passing day. 

This past year brought lots of fun adventures as well as many changes. We all went to England for the first time this past September. You did such a great job on the long transatlantic flight. While in England, you're favorite thing to do was ride the underground (aka the choochoo train). We also flew out to Colorado for Thanksgiving and you saw snow for the first time. You loved it and enjoyed making mini snowmen. 

We enjoyed another fun year at Disney with our annual passes and your love for Disney Princess grew so much! You still love the old guys like Mickey and Minnie, but now you're all about meeting each princess and dressing up like them. You have becoming such a girly girl - nail polish, make up, pretty hair, glitter, dresses, you love it all! For your birthday this year we took you to Disney's Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique and the experience was nothing short of magical. The look on your face when you saw your princess hair and makeup brought tears to my eyes. 

This year you've become potty trained (but you're still not so into pooping on the potty). No rush, baby girl. 

You got your first haircut this year. Just a small trim to even out your hair, as well as bangs now. You're a regular now with getting your bangs trimmed, and you usually love to sit in the train at the salon. 

You were Nemo this year for Halloween and really enjoyed trick or treating this year. You were old enough to understand the concept (somewhat) of running to each house and saying trick or treat! 

During the holidays, the first time you met Santa you were scared and cried. But being the lucky girl you are, you had multiple occasional of seeing Santa, and by the time Christmas rolled around, you were happy to see him and sit on his lap! 

Mama graduated from grad school in December! I started the journey while you were 3 weeks old - and while it wasn't easy going back to school with a new baby, you're the reason I never gave up! 

You got a new pet this year, a hamster named Minnie Mouse. You love to hold her and play with her, but sometimes you are (unintentionally) a little too rough with her. 

We spent many hot days at Aquatica this year and you are such a water baby. You're becoming a better swimmer too. By the end of the summer you went from not getting in without your float jumping in and swimming independently underwater! 

Lastly, but certainly not least, you became a BIG SISTER this year! You were three months shy of turning three when your sister Lucy was born. You have taken on this new role with such ease and have amazed us all. You love your baby sister so much - you love to hold her, kiss her and help us with bringing diapers and wipes. When she looks at you now, she becomes fixed on all you do and is always smiling as she watches you.  I can't lie, I was worried about how our relationship would be after your sister arrived - after all, up until now it's just been the two of us. But now, I've discovered a new love my heart never could have imagined was possible. My heart bursts with pride when I watch you as a big sister.

Harper Rose, you are growing incredibly too fast. You are so smart and learn new things every single day. Your intelligence blows me away. I like to think you're a bit of genius, and maybe I'm biased, but I have no doubt you are going to do big things and change this world for the better. You are sweet and caring. You love to care for your baby dolls and show true concern when someone else is hurt or sad. You are funny, and you love to make people laugh. You are strong willed, which sometimes drives this mama crazy, but I wouldn't change a thing. 

We love you more than words can describe. Thank you for being you. Looking forward to all the things this next year has in store for you. 

Love, Mom

Monday, May 1, 2017

Happy Due Date, Lucy

Happy due date, Lucy Mae! As I sit here, I can't help but think, I'm still could be pregnant!! However, little Miss Lucy had her own plans and we have had the pleasure of enjoying her in our arms eighteen days early. Three days after my last blog post, Lucy made her dramatic, and somewhat early entrance into this world. Things didn't go as I had hoped for, dreamed about and had expected - but she is here, in our arms, happy and healthy - and our hearts are so full. 

40 weeks - May 1st, 2017

I hesitated to share her birth story, for many different reasons. However, since struggling with infertility, to both pregnancies and everything in between, being open and sharing our story has helped tremendously with some of the really tough times.  I also use this blog as somewhat of an open journal that I can look back on and hopefully share with Harper and Lucy one day. So here goes nothing...

Things started on Wednesday, April 12th. I was working a 12 hour shift at the hospital. I woke up with a slight ache low in my abdomen on the right side. I was also very nauseated, which was very unusual. Work was thankfully not too hectic. But after throwing up breakfast, and still feeling uncomfortable, I had a fellow midwife check me...unfortunately my cervix was unchanged. Still only 1cm dilated.  "Okay, maybe this is just prodromal labor, and could go on for a few days" I thought to myself. I left work and went straight home for a bath, phenergan and early bed. I gave Harper a bath but was too out of it to make it upstairs for our bedtime routine, so Dad took care of that while I fell asleep by 7pm.

I was scheduled to work the next morning, April 13th at 5am. After getting plenty of sleep, I woke up feeling better (so I thought). The right sided pain had moved more central, and reminded me of the bladder discomfort I experienced while in labor with Harper. However, I will still downplaying everything that I was feeling, and went to work. I had only been working for about an hour when I had to beeline to the bathroom to throw up again. I really had not kept much down, including water, in over 24 hours. The midwife I was working with advised me it would be best to head down to triage for IV fluid, IV antiemetics, and fetal monitoring. I happily obliged as I knew something wasn't right.

The next few hours to follow are somewhat a blur, yet still replay over and over in my mind everyday. Once I got to triage, I was put on the fetal monitor. Her heart rate was high from the get-go. Normal fetal heart rate ranges from 110-160, her's was in the 180's and went as high as 200 (not good). We assumed this was due to me being so dehydrated, which can cause fetal tachycardia, so the nurse started an IV to hydrate me quickly.  I proceeded to throw up again while in triage, so they gave me IV Zofran to help with that.  Unfortunately, the IV wasn't flowing great, but with some hydration on board, her heart rate still wasn't coming down. They went ahead and started a second IV that was working much better. While all this is going on, my abdominal pain and contractions were getting worse and worse. I was contracting every minute. The doctor on call as well as the midwife I was working with came down to see me in triage. I was so relieved to see them, but equally worried as they don't often see patients in triage - they usually wait to see them once they arrive to labor and delivery. It hit me - this was serious. My cervix was checked and I was unchanged... 1cm/thick/high. The outer portion of my cervix was 3-4cm, but ultimately that meant nothing with the inner part not being dilated.

At this point, all things considered - my diffuse abdominal pain, contraction pattern, unchanged cervix and most importantly, Lucy's nonreassuring fetal heart rate - the possibility of a cesarean section was discussed with me. I lost it. I was alone, Phil wasn't at the hospital yet. I was in pain and so terrified at the though of her wellbeing being compromised and me having to have a c-section. We decided to start some antibiotics, IV tylenol, continue IV hydration and move me to labor and delivery for an epidural. I was so hopeful and praying as hard as I could that the IV fluid would eventually bring her heart rate down, and the epidural would help me to relax and ultimately start to dilate. I've seen it happen a million times while working, surely it could happen to me. This is my second baby after all!

Once on labor and delivery, the nurse and nurse anesthetist were waiting for me. These were my colleagues, my friends. I was so relieved they would be taking care of me, yet still, I was terrified, and tears were streaming down my face. As I was rolled into the room, I noticed a c-section pack (a bag filled with items to prep a patient for a c-section when needed from L&D) sitting by the sink. I didn't want to believe I was going to have a c-section, but seeing that only made me more fearful of all that was happening.

The epidural, of course, couldn't go as planned either. My most favorite nurse anesthetist was taking care of me, and I know she's not too keen on caring for coworkers (curse of the nurse, right). Well, after three attempts (a positive test dose and blood in the tubing twice) they finally got it. The whole time, I was in so much pain, and only becoming more and more scared of all that was happening around me, and to me. During the epidural placement, Phil showed up with Harper, and it broke my heart for her to see me so upset. I tried my best to put on a strong face, but I definitely lost it a few times in front her. Phil did a good job keeping her calm, but thankfully, the nurses on the unit took care of her until my Mom made it to the hospital to take her. It kills me that my last interaction with her as my only child was so chaotic and scary. The thought actually makes me tear up still. I gave her a big kiss, and couple of butterfly kisses before she left the room.

The midwife rechecked my cervix after the epidural - still unchanged. I'm pretty sure this is when the decision was made that I needed to have an emergency c-section as her heart rate pattern continued to be nonreassuring and ultimately started to deteriorate. *Cue breakdown* This wasn't happening to me. I was literally in shock.

The anesthesia team was pumping me full of medicine, and I laid there as my body went numb.
I couldn't move.
My husband was getting dressed to go into the OR.
My nurse was performing the preoperative prep on me.
I was put into a gown specific for c-section patients.
My body was being loaded with IV fluids and prophylactic antibiotics.
A catheter was placed in my bladder.
I was shaking uncontrollably - mostly due in part to the epidural and IV fluids.
I was asked to sign the consent for a primary cesarean section as well as a consent to receive blood or blood products in the case of an emergency.
The OR nurse, who I know and have worked with, came in to get report.
There was no turning back - I was having a c-section.
The sobbing was uncontrollable at this point.

When I say I was terrified, I don't want that to be misconstrued that I felt as though my care wasn't good enough. That couldn't be further from the truth. I know I was being cared for by the very best, and if anything, I was getting special treatment.
When I say everything that happened to me was truly traumatic, it's not because any one did anything wrong. The medical staff all had my well-being and Lucy's well-being as their number one priority.
I say this because this wasn't my plan at all. I had 1-2 hours to discover there was a problem with my baby, and accept that fact that I was going to have a c-section. It's impossible to comprehend something that monumental in such a short time frame, and even harder to accept. It was all completely out of my control (isn't it always when it comes to pregnancy and delivery). I felt helpless. I've actually never been more scared in my life.

It wasn't long before I was moved from the labor and delivery room to the operating room. Everything happened so fast. I would't have gotten through it without my amazing nurse anesthetist at the head of the bed keeping me calm and talking me through everything.  However, I'm on the other side of the curtain every day at work - I knew what was happening. I know that the awful smell at the start of the procedure was my flesh being cauterized and burning. I know the "slight pressure", and "a little tug and pull", was my insides being stretched opened. It's very frightening knowing too much in a situation like that. I tried to keep my mind occupied with random thoughts - thoughts like "OMG her first birthday will be on Friday the 13th", as well as "Wow, her birthday all adds up, 4+13=17....4/13/17". You do what you gotta do.

Before I knew it, my uterus was cut open and a few seconds later, they lifted the clear drape up and I saw this squishy, vigorous, angry little lady being pulled from my womb. Lucy was here. She was crying. She was safe. What a relief.

She was rushed to the warmer where the NICU team looked her over. They weighed and measured her - 7 pounds 2.2 ounces, 20 inches long. Her Apgar score was 9/9, the closest to perfect you can get. I was a bit preoccupied with intense gas pain under my diaphragm as well as still fighting uncontrollable shakes. But eventually they brought her to me for skin-to-skin. I was so grateful they were able to offer this to me. Lucy also latched right away and I was able to breastfeed her for at least 20 minutes in the operating room. She was a ferocious eater from the get go.

Once Lucy was delivered, the placenta was delivered. After examining my placenta, the doctor found evidence of what we all suspected - a placental abruption. My placenta was was partially separating from the uterine wall before delivery. This compromised blood flow to Lucy, and thus compromised her wellbeing. His guess was that there was a 40% abruption, meaning almost half of my placenta had begun to detach itself too early. Had the placenta become completely detached, her life, as well as my life, would have been in danger in a matter of minutes. While I never experienced the classic symptom of vaginal bleeding, I did experience severe abdominal pain/tenderness as well as rapid, back to back contractions. As for why this happened - I don't think we'll ever know.

Due to her high heart rate and the fact that she felt warm at delivery, a diagnosis of chorioamnionitis was also made - basically an infection inside the uterus and amniotic sac. She and I never did fit the classic diagnostic criteria, but better to be safe than sorry. She was taken to the nursery for antibiotics and monitoring - I too was started on three different antibiotics for 24 hours. Luckily, Lucy's blood cultures came back negative and the antibiotics were discontinued 48 hours later. Neither one of us ever had a fever either.

Since the c-section, my physical recovery couldn't have gone any smoother. I was up less than 12 hours after her delivery and walking around the unit multiple times each day. My pain was tolerable and well controlled with oral pain medication. Lucy roomed in with me the entire stay, and she was an excellent nurser from the start. I left the hospital two days after delivering. My recovery has still gone great at home, minimal pain, taking short walks outside, physically feeling pretty good.

My emotional recovery - that part has been more difficult. The entire morning leading up to Lucy's birth was nothing short of a nightmare. When I would feel pain from the operation, it wasn't the pain that hurt, it was the reason behind the pain that made me cry. I was recovering from an unplanned, emergency c-section. I couldn't just jump up and go back to normal. I couldn't pick up Harper when she came to visit. I was forced to recover from a major abdominal surgery. ME!  That part was and is so hard to accept.  And then there are the times where I feel like a failure. Or even worse, thoughts of did I do something to cause this? Did I workout too much? Did I work too hard? Did I not eat the best diet? Did I not drink enough water? Did I not listen to my body soon enough? I know nothing I did caused this, and those thoughts will eat you alive if you let them. I am learning to move past them day by day.

I had the most amazing first baby experience with Harper - I had a 4 hour labor from the time my water broke to the time she was delivered. I only pushed 30 minutes. It was truly flawless. I expected the same experience this time, except maybe even quicker. Coworkers and friends teased me about how quick I would go. I drove with a bulb syringe and cord clamp in my glove box just in case she came too quickly and we couldn't make it to the hospital. From the moment I peed on the pregnancy test and it was positive, I craved labor. I yearned for it. When I got pregnant, I was finishing midwifery school and felt as though I was much more prepared to identify when I was in labor (I thought I had a UTI when I was in latent labor with Harper), as well as had the tools to cope with the pain of labor more efficiently. When I went to triage that morning, I was not at all prepared to have a baby, let alone a c-section two hours later. I was getting treated for a possible stomach bug and dehydration after all. That dream of experiencing labor and ultimately, another vaginal birth was taken from me in an instant.

Now, when I say things like that, I already can hear the comments - "how selfish, you say you're mourning the loss of a vaginal birth as you hold your healthy baby - don't you realize how lucky you are", or "you need to just move on now" and the one I'm guilty of saying "at least you have a healthy baby and you are healthy as well". Excuse my language, but are you fucking kidding me? To suggest I would chose the experience of a vaginal birth over the health of my baby is not only absurd, but also highly offensive. I've seen first hand women who refuse a c-section when it is truly medically necessary, and then immediately regret that decision once the child is born not breathing, requiring resuscitation. I'm not that stupid or unreasonable. So please, do us both a favor and keep those unnecessary and disrespectful comments to yourself.

I hold Lucy, and tears stream down my face as I think of all the what ifs...
What if I didn't go into work that morning?
What if I had stayed home instead and dismissed the pain I was feeling until it was too late?
What if I walked into triage a few hours later, and the nurses were unable to find a fetal heartbeat? What if I didn't get to take a healthy baby home?
I am grateful that I was at a facility that prompt recognition was able to occur, and a speedy c-section was able to take place. I am so grateful for the doctor and midwife who were on call that day, as I truly thank them for saving Lucy's life. I am grateful that I had the most amazing staff taking care of me, one of their own (which is never easy to do). I am all for medical intervention when necessary, and in my case, it was absolutely necessary. C-sections are not the enemy when it's medically necessary - surgeons with the skill of performing c-sections are gifts from God who hold the ability to make it possible for women, such as myself, to hold my baby alive in my arms. I am grateful. We often hear the horror stories from women who were forced to have a c-section against their will, and criticize the medical staff taking care of them. Let me be clear - this is NOT the case in my situation and I am forever grateful for those who cared for me that day. I trust every decision that was made. I can't even begin to name and personally thank everyone that helped us that day - but you know who you are and I am so thankful for you. To the nurses who took care of Harper and calmed my Mom down when she got to the hospital, to the doctor and midwife who helped bring Lucy into the world and everyone in between - we will never be able to thank you enough.

However, at the same time, without apology, I am allowed to grieve and be upset over the way it all went down. I am also allowed to be upset that I was robbed three weeks of my pregnancy. I truly loved every single second of being pregnant, and I wasn't prepared for it to be over that day. I am allowed to cry. In fact, it took 11 days for me to make it an entire day without a single tear. I am allowed to be sad. I am allowed to look at my scar with anger and disgust right now.  I hope one day, I am able to look at it with love, and know that I have a permanent scar to remind me just how lucky I am to be a mother - but that day is not today. I should be free to have these feelings without criticism or judgment. Being in the profession I am in, I feel as though there is no room to be upset about having a c-section, because "we should know better". Or "it's just a c-section, it's not that big of a deal". But I don't really give a crap - I will forever be somewhat heartbroken over this experience.  Before you pass judgement or make assumptions, please remember that your experience or your expectations about having a c-section was not my experience.

Now, almost three weeks later, emotionally I am feeling much better as each day passes. I am on an emotional rollercoaster though with many ups and downs, and with both good and bad days. I am beginning to be able to talk about it without crying (most of the time). I am taking care of myself as well as my girls. I am asking for help when I need it and allowing others to do things for me (not an easy task).  I am focusing on taking my time with my recovery and not pushing myself too hard too soon. Let me tell you - THAT has been the hardest part as I am dying to just get up and go, and start working out again. I am working on moving on and using this experience to be a better midwife. I have experienced the most perfect, flawless vaginal birth - as well as the most terrifying emergency c-section. Having lived first hand both ends of the spectrum, I feel as though this will only enhance the care I provide to my patients. As a new nurse midwife, and former labor and delivery nurse, I know how we can lose empathy and run on autopilot when things aren't going as planned. When things get bad, we usually have to do things quickly and without much explanation or involvement with the patients desires and wishes. While I understand we must remain objective in this profession, I think a little compassion goes a long way. I'll admit, I am guilty of rolling my eyes at a patient's thorough, written out birth plan from time to time, or not understanding why a women would be upset about a c-section in the case of something such as a nonreassuring heart rate pattern to ensure a healthy baby for her to take home - but I totally get it now. I will never joke about, pass judgement, or downplay a women's emotions or wishes for her birth.

Lucy's birth wasn't what I had dreamed about - but let me tell you, this baby is better than my wildest dreams. And seeing Harper interact with her, hold her and give her sweet kisses, my heart literally hurts as it bursts with pride and joy. My two girls are my entire world, and I am so grateful God picked me to be their Mom. I am one lucky lady, and I truly know that from the bottom of my heart.

A special thanks to Photo de Chavannes for capturing these precious memories for us just two days after Lucy's arrival! 

Monday, April 10, 2017

37 week (baby #2)

37 weeks - baby is the size of swiss chard (if swiss chard were the size of a watermelon, haha)
She weighs about 6.5 pounds and is somewhere between 19-22 inches long!

How far along: 37 weeks - Officially "term"
Swelling: Nope, can't believe it!
Stretch marks: No
Sleep: Sleep this week has been good - but I've been working like crazy, so I think the pure exhaustion helps me sleep!
Best moment of the week:  This weekend we took some maternity pictures! It was an unusually cool weekend here in Central Florida, so it was a perfect afternoon with no humidity and comfortable temperatures! A tad different from the pictures I took with Harper on the 4th of July in 90 degree weather and 100% humidity! I've also been working a lot this week and I just love being a midwife so very much!
Worst moment of the week: Can't think of anything beside the common discomforts of pregnancy - gagging, heartburn, frequent urination. All of which really aren't that bad.
Running/Workouts: I'm really missing my crazy workouts these days. I tried running but at only a half a mile in I had awful side stitch pains throughout my entire stomach (and not a contraction pain), so I listened to my body and stopped. Weights, elliptical, bike and walking from here on out.
Missing anything: Scrubs that fit!
Movement: With only three weeks left until my due date, I am sad to know these little kicks inside my belly that I love so much will soon be over. The kicks and punches are stronger each day and I can't get enough!
Things that make me queasy/recent cravings: No changes - barfing and gagging aside, this really has been a pretty amazing pregnancy.
Energy level: I feel pretty good, even working 12 hours shifts! But as soon as I get home, I find myself falling asleep before Harper.
Labor signs: Definitely contracting, but I can't say that they are painful yet. My cervix is only 1cm dilated and I haven't started to efface yet. Since Harper came a week early, maybe this girl wants me to experience a 40 + week pregnancy.
Belly button in or out: In
Wedding ring on or off: On
Mood: Excited
Looking forward to: A few days off after this weekend and maybe spending some time in the pool!
Something surprising about being pregnant with baby #2:  I truly cannot believe I am already 37 weeks pregnant. Where has the time gone?! I guess now we are officially on "baby watch" - the uncertainty of when/if labor will occur is more fun this time and less stressful. I am looking forward to experiencing labor and contractions all over again (as weird as that sounds).  My gut tells me I'll make it to at least 39 weeks with this baby...but only time will tell!

Monday, April 3, 2017

36 weeks (baby #2)

36 weeks - baby is the size of a honey dew melon
She weights almost 6 pounds and is about 19-20 inches long!

How far along: 36 weeks!
Swelling: No, and I can't believe I can still see the bones in my ankles this far along!
Stretch marks: No
Sleep: Hit or miss - constant cycle of being uncomfortable, repositioning and getting up to pee every night.
Best moment of the week:  What a wonderful week - I celebrated my 31st birthday on Friday. Then, on Saturday I was surprised by my friend Jen with a baby sprinkle! It was truly unbelievable. I wasn't planning a shower this time around, but being able to celebrate sweet baby Lucy was so wonderful. She did an amazing job organizing and decorating - and secretly invited my friends and family who were all there to surprise me! I am so grateful we have friends like Jen in our lives!
Lastly, on Sunday, I have my first shift as a nurse midwife! I caught a sweet baby boy and baby girl! I am so blessed to be starting this wonderful career!
Worst moment of the week: This was another wonderful week!
Running/Workouts: Running is slowly coming to an end this pregnancy - I ran a whopping 1 mile total this week, which caused two days worth of terrible hip flexor and hip pain. Instead I've been spending time on the elliptical and bike followed by some weight lifting. Wish I could still knock out the miles like before, but I am feeling good nonetheless!
Missing anything: It's way too early to say this - but I miss a good nights sleep...
Movement: This week I've had a few kicks that have caused some pain - she's definitely getting bigger and stronger by the day in there!
Things that make me queasy/recent cravings: Gagging, nausea and vomiting seemed pretty bad this week. The end of this miserable part is near though!
Energy level: Completely and totally nonexistent
Labor signs: Same painless contractions and slight pressure...should start getting my cervix checked this week though...
Belly button in or out: In
Wedding ring on or off: On
Mood: Loved
Looking forward to: Hoping to get some maternity pictures taken here in the next week or two - can't wait!
Something surprising about being pregnant with baby #2:  Each month has on average 30-31 days, except the last month of a pregnancy which has 1,724 days...or at least that's how it feels. Am I right? Honestly though, this pregnancy has flown by. I still feel great most days and I am so thankful for that! I feel like my belly can't possibly get any bigger, and yet this babe has the potential to gain about another two pounds before her big arrival. I can't express enough how much I love being pregnant. I truly am looking forward to this last month of the pregnancy!

Monday, March 27, 2017

35 weeks (baby #2)

35 weeks - baby is the size of a coconut
She weights almost 5.5 pounds is about 19-20 inches long

How far along: 35 weeks down - 35 DAYS to go!
Swelling: No - but I am rocking a very sexy waddle these days
Stretch marks: No
Sleep: It hasn't been too bad lately - the exhaustion has been winning most nights and I'm able to get some rest.
Best moment of the week:  This week I flew to NYC for my friend, Anthony's wedding. It was so nice to see so many old friends from high school and college! I also was lucky enough to stay with my step-brother who lives in the city. We had so much fun hanging out and hitting up all the bakeries in manhattan! He just landed his first role on Broadway, so I got to see him perform in the show Beautiful, The Carole King Musical. What an amazing show! Coincidentally, my Dad and step mom planned a trip to NYC the same weekend as me, so I got to see them as well. All in all, it was a fun, albeit exhausting weekend! AND I didn't give birth while out of town or on the airplane!
Worst moment of the week: It was a pretty great week!
Running/Workouts: Workouts have been good - never made it to a gym while on vacation, but I was averaging 5-7 miles a day, so I didn't feel too guilty about it.
Missing anything: I miss my stamina a little bit - I get tired, winded and sore so easily these days.
Movement: Her little movements get better and better each week! Some times they're just little taps and rolls, other times it's like she's in a full on rave in there! Love it so, so much!
Things that make me queasy/recent cravings: Same ole, same ole.
Labor signs: Contractions still aren't painful, but are more noticeable. The pressure is also getting a bit more uncomfortable. My prediction is I won't make it my due date of May 1st....we shall see.
Belly button in or out: In
Wedding ring on or off: On
Mood: Happy
Looking forward to: My birthday is the Friday - and it's not just any old birthday, it's my golden birthday (my age and birthday day are the same, 31). Annnnnnnnd, I will also be 31 days from my due date! I'm such a weirdo when it comes to numbers and I am loving this!
Something surprising about being pregnant with baby #2: Now that all the weddings are done, and my traveling is complete, I feel very content in knowing she can actually come any day now. Hopefully not in the next two weeks, but at least I know I won't be far from Phil or the hospital. It's still gone/going by entirely too fast, so just trying to savor these last few weeks being pregnant and getting so excited to meet her all at the same time!!