So it looks as though our Rainbow will be finally making his appearance soon. Originally we had intended to deliver him via VBAC however life doesn’t always go the way you plan. At 37 weeks, my doctor ordered an additional ultrasound as I was measuring 2 weeks ahead of schedule and he wanted to ensure that the baby was in the correct position and determine his weight. Well, boy oh boy, he is big!
At 37 weeks gestation, our Rainbow was estimated to weigh 9 lbs. already and was in the 90th percentile for babies of his gestational age. My doctor has been very supportive in our decision to attempt a VBAC, but after the last 2 check ups, things have changed. Turns out that our Rainbow is so big that he is unable to drop into my pelvis thus not engaging and triggering labour. Our doctor said that if we truly wanted to do a VBAC, he would let us go to 41 weeks, but he warned me that it would likely be a long, hard and complicated birth that may end up in a C-Section anyways. He also said that since our boy hadn’t dropped yet, it wasn’t exactly a good indication of things to come. So after much deliberation, we have booked a C-Section for next week.
I was hopeful that we would get to have a natural birth, but I also do not want any complications causing undue harm to myself or our baby boy. We have been through so much just to conceive him that putting myself and him in a situation that could cause complications, uterine rupture or him getting stuck and then having to make emergency decisions in the throe of things seems unnecessary and not in our best interests. I’m not overly ecstatic about the idea of a C-Section, but with all things considering, it’s the very best option. Thankfully Hubby will be taking 2 weeks off of work to stay home and help me with our Rainbow and Princess as well as letting me recover. Also, by mere coincidence, Rainbow will be born on his due date. Now how often does that happen?
Yesterday, I had thought that it was ‘time’. I have been feeling pretty craptacular lately and while laying in bed I felt a gush and then contractions. I called the hospital and they told me to come in. Within an hour I was in the oh so flattering gown and hooked up to the monitors. The doctor came in to inform me I was having mild contractions but that it was false labour. I stayed home today to get some rest and my contractions were on and off but never increasing in intensity. So I looked online and here are just a few signs that you are having false labour and not real labour.
- Contractions are unpredictable. They vary in length, intensity and come at irregular intervals.
- Position of Pain. With false labour, the pain is often located in your lower abdomen.
- Changes in Position. With false labour, the contractions may subside by changing position or activity.
- Lack of Other Symptoms. False labour lacks other symptoms such as bloody show or a broken water.
- Walking. Unlike real labour, walking has no effect on false labour.
“Eat up, you’re eating for two now.” We’ve all heard it, you have to eat more when you’re pregnant and weight gain is in the forefront of every woman’s mind. With the Princess, I gained a whopping 40 pounds, most of it to my face, feet and back side. I exploded. My friends giggled when we’d go out for dinner and I would shout at them “I can only waddle so fast,” while trying to beat the clock at the cross walk. With our Rainbow, I’ve only gained 6 pounds. Drastic difference from 40. I’ve been to the doctor numerous times and constantly asked if something was wrong. He assured me that our Baby Boy is big and strong and healthy and weight gain in pregnancy is all relative.
I’ve had lots of people ask me if I am eating enough, even eating at all and have had them constantly stuff food in front of me trying to get me to eat. I eat. I don’t stop myself from eating when I’m hungry, I eat what I’m supposed to. I eat healthier though. Instead of consuming bagels and cream cheese for breakfast, I eat a smoothie and a piece of multigrain toast with peanut butter. And for cravings, I’ve been downing ice water like it’s no one’s business. While with the Princess, I gave into every single craving I had, and there were many.
According to most doctors, the general rule is if you are underweight, you should gain somewhere between 28 to 40 lbs., 25-35 lbs. if you are average weight, and 15-20 lbs. if you are overweight. My doctor also said that women who are severely overweight shouldn’t gain any weight at all. So never mind all that stuff about eating twice as much when pregnant, instead eat twice as healthy.
I am now 32 weeks pregnant now and the birth planning has begun. From day one, I knew I wanted to attempt a VBAC. I had an emergency C-section with the Princess and I would be lying if I said it was an enjoyable experience. A botched epidural lead to an improper block which caused me to feel the doctors cut me open and ultimately being put under. It took hours to come out of the anaesthesia and I wasn’t able to hold my baby until she was over 5 hours old.
When I became pregnant with the Princess, I perhaps foolishly assumed that I would deliver naturally, no drugs and tough it out like many of the women in my family. My sister, who is a nurse, warned me not to become so rigid in my birth plans in case something were to happen and things didn’t turn out the way I planned. Those prophetic words still hang with me today. Needless to say, I was devastated by having a C-section. That isn’t to say that I’m not grateful for the Princess being born safely. It upset me that I had to stay in the hospital for 4 days, that I gave in and had an epidural, that I didn’t deliver my baby the way “nature intended.” I felt like a failure. And it’s not that anyone else made me feel that way, it was a pressure and expectation I put on myself. Somehow I had convinced myself that I was in control, that I would labour and deliver my baby.
Now that we near our due date, I am finding myself having those expectations again. And I am fully aware that my ability to deliver naturally is only 50/50. Not really great odds. Perhaps it is out of fear of another botched C-section (despite going to a different doctor and hospital) and the fact that this pregnancy has been a relative breeze compared to my pregnancy with the Princess that gives me the unrealistic hope that this time, this time I’ll do it. With a VBAC however, there is a chance of uterine rupture and often doctors will suggest an epidural in case a C-section is necessary. Also, if I have to be induced, like I was with the Princess, a C-section will be the only option. I can say with certainty I really really do not want a C-section. I’ve already spoken with my doctor and I have made it quite clear that if I do have to, I want to be out. He is aware of what happened last time and seems to be in agreement. At the same time, I have to weigh the possibility of uterine rupture (which is rare) and the consequences of that. My doctor seems confident that I am a good candidate for a VBAC and I may get my wish. I am trying my best not to get my hopes up and just take things as they come, but things are easier said than done.
I received the best birthday gift today. Not only is Hubby and Princess cooking me a delicious steak dinner and I’ve got movie plans with family, but today I found out the sex of our baby. Being 21 weeks and 2 days along, I had the standard 5 month test. It ran about an hour as my doctor wanted to measure all the organs and check for other things due to our past complications. Of course the baby did not want to cooperate and kept flipping over and refused to have its picture taken. I was put in every position possible and told to go for a walk and “talk” to the baby and get it to be cooperative. After all the measurements were taken they asked if I wanted to know the sex.
“Yes, I want to know.”
“It’s a boy,” she informed me.
“Are you serious?!”
They looked perplexed. “What? You don’t want a boy?”
“No, a boy is fine. Everyone kept telling me I was having a boy. I thought I was having a girl.”
They then brought in Hubby and asked him if he wanted to know. They told him and he is so very happy. For my birthday I found out what we are having and for Father’s Day, Hubby will receive a son! Turns out all those Gender Myths were right, I’m having a boy.
Hey everyone! I have been posting pretty sparsely lately and it is because since Christmas, I have been battling a nasty chest and sinus cold and it seems to be lingering like an old boyfriend. Apparently while visiting family and friends, Christmas joy wasn’t the only thing I caught. I’ve been to the doctor and he basically confirmed what I already knew; I’m pregnant and there isn’t much in the way of medication that I can take to ease your symptoms. So not only can I not take anything, but my immune system is on hiatus as well. Pregnant women are more susceptible to colds and viruses as their immune system has taken a back seat as not to identify the baby as a foreign body. I’ve been treating this cold naturally and here are a few things that you can do while pregnant to ease your symptoms.
- Ginger Root. Not only will this help ease upset stomach (and morning sickness) but chewing on ginger root will release enzymes that will help suppress your cough.
- Halls. My doctor told me these are ok as long as they are the menthol ones and do not contain medication. Try to limit your intake, but the menthol will open nasal passages and help you breathe as well as soothe your sore throat.
- Hot Steam. Boil water and pour it in a bowl. Then place a towel over your head and breathe it in. The heat will help break up any congestion you may have.
- Rest. Nothing can help you feel better than catching some Zz’s. Your body is already exhausted from growing a baby and battling a cold will only make you more tired. So feel free to sleep when you can.
- See your doctor. Seems pretty obvious but when pregnant and sick, it’s always best to see your doctor. They’ll know what’s the next best move.
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I’m not a doctor, so before following these tips, always check with your healthcare provider first!
Today I went for some genetic testing to ensure that everything with my Rainbow is going well. At first I was very nervous because the technician wouldn’t show me the screen. She then told me that my “baby is not cooperating.” Noooo that couldn’t possibly be a trait that my children have. *Cue awkward silence* Needless to say that whenever she tried to measure the nasal bone, the baby would either hide it’s face or roll over. Once everything was measured, she let me look at the screen. There I saw the flicker of the heartbeat, and this squirmy little joy using my womb as a romper room.
After I left the clinic, I began to compare the differences between this pregnancy and my pregnancy with the Princess. They are entirely different in almost all aspects thus far.
PREGNANCY WITH THE PRINCESS
- We don’t like to say “accident” but the Princess was an “unexpected surprise.”
- Symptoms occurred almost instantly
- Little nausea but vomited for 7 months
- Heartburn and swollen feet were the only other symptoms
- Gained a whopping 40 lbs
- Felt like it was a boy, but a girl it was
- Delivered the Princess via emergency c-section
PREGNANCY WITH THIS RAINBOW
- Planned after 2 1/2 years of trying, 2 miscarriages and secondary infertility
- Little vomiting but extreme nausea to the point where food repulses me
- Tender chest, heartburn, blotchy dry skin, bleeding gums, bloody noses every morning, a round ligament tear, pregnancy insomnia and fatigue
- I have lost 10 lbs thus far
- People keep telling me it’s a boy, but I feel like it will be another girl
- I will be attempting a VBAC
Baby Rainbow at 13 weeks
Baby Princess at 20 weeks