Where have you been?
This past year has been a doosy, but I’m glad to say that I’m back to blogging. So what exactly have I been up to?
About a year ago, we found out that we were pregnant with our first child! Little did I know, that this would be a very eventful pregnancy!
The day I found out I was pregnant, I took a test before work, (from the Dollar Tree, they are surprisingly the best at early detection) and thought I saw a very faint second line. At 5:45am, I ran back into the bedroom with it to wake my husband up, who had just gotten off work at 4am, to see if he saw what I did. I said something along the lines of, “Honey, don’t-be-mad-I’m-waking-you-up-nothing’s-wrong-but do you see that second line??” He did, said he was super happy, then promptly went back to sleep.
So, I went to the doctor to confirm the pregnancy and during the first ultrasound, the tech pointed to the two separate heartbeats. Twins. TWINS?! Which was funny because every since we found out I was pregnant, I joked with my husband that, “there are two in there.” I was super excited, that is, until I actually sat down with the doctor and we talked about it. It looked like they were Monoamniotic-Monochorionic twins, which means they were identical and in the same amniotic sac with no division between them. I immediately thought, “Oh boy, identical! I wonder if, as their mom, I’ll be able to tell them apart.” The more we spoke, I realized that would be the least of my worries. She went on to tell me that since there is no division between the two, this would be a very high risk pregnancy. I would need to be hospitalized in my 2nd trimester to keep a close eye on the babies to make sure that their chords didn’t get tangled together. Then, they would take the babies at 37 weeks, to give them the best chance of survival.
Now, one thing you should know about me, I am a super worrier. So this was of course terrifying. Nothing like hearing the words “chance” for survival. When I got home and did a little googling (which I knew was a mistake, just like web-MDing your symptoms when you’re sick) and that definitely didn’t help. There were tons and tons of stories of mommies who had those kinds of pregnancies and never made it to term. Finally, I found a website that was strictly success stories and stayed there.
I went back to the doctor for my ten week check up with my husband. Morning sickness had hit at 8 weeks, and I was barfing morning, noon, and night. We went into the ultrasound super excited to see our two little blobs, but only one had a heart beat. Sometimes now, when I hold my sweet baby, I think, “can you imagine there being two of her?” and every time I feel a pull on my heart. We prayed about everything, and we placed the pregnancy in God’s hands; that was the outcome He chose. We know that it was for the best. After we found out, my doctor told me about a case she had where a woman lost her two babies at 36 weeks, and while sad that we had a loss, we were glad that we would now have a less complicated pregnancy.
Oh, and did I mention the morning sickness? You mean that thing that makes you throw up EVERYTHING you eat at all hours of the day? Yeah, I could keep down nothing. I even lost 20 pounds! And the morning sickness stuck around until about week 32. To this day, I still can’t eat Buffalo Wild Wings, which was what I ate the first time I got sick.
Around week 19 (which seemed to take forever), we found out what we were having. My husband wanted a little boy, but I had a really strong feeling it was a girl. During the ultrasound, the tech told my husband what it was, and we had a cake made for a small reveal with family. The cake was strawberry, and we were having a little girl. Elizabeth.
Next up was the gd test. At this point it seemed like if something could go wrong, it would. I failed my one hour glucose test, and had to go in for the three hour one. Again, we prayed about it and went in for the test. Let me tell you, that test was the worst. It wasn’t the drink that was bad, it was the feeling afterwords. I felt super sick the whole day, even after I ate something. But, I passed.
Then, I went in for my first third trimester ultrasound. As the tech was finishing up, she asked if the baby had been breech the entire time. That was news to me. And of course, her being her stubborn self. So we were were planning on a c-section. I was a little disappointed at first, but then I thought about it, and it really didn’t matter how she got here as long as she was here and healthy. However, at 35 weeks, she turned, and we canceled the c-section.
Swelling for days! My feet were HUGE! The nurses started keeping an eye on my legs and feet when I started my third trimester because they were swelling so bad and actually admitted me with it when my blood pressure got too high. They sent me home for a 24 hour pee test (as fun as it sounds) to see if I was dropping too much protein. I passed, but my doctor was super worried about me developing toxemia, so at 37 weeks she put me on strict bed rest. Like, you can go pee, shower, and eat but that’s it. So I said goodbye to the office and waddled home. By the way, with just one week of bed rest, I lost 8 pounds in fluid. 8 POUNDS! I kept looking down at my feet, amazed at how dainty they were again. (No my feet aren’t actually dainty, they just were no longer the size of sausages.) So, we scheduled an induction date of the 21st, three days before my due date, since my blood pressure was not cooperating.
I know this sounds like a “hate on pregnancy”parade, but there were parts of pregnancy that I absolutely loved. I definitely miss the precious moments where I could feel her moving.
Pregnancy definitely had its ups and downs, but when it came to actually having the baby, I loved giving birth!
I was a little nervous about delivery, since the pregnancy was so rough, but I was ready to have this baby. I had been to the hospital two times before we actually had the baby. The first time, was after a doctor’s appointment during week 37. I was having slight contractions, but it was too early, so they gave me IV fluids (my first IV ever), then sent me home. The second time, was the Sunday before I actually had her. We thought I was going into labor, but I wasn’t. So they sent me home, but told me to come back the next week, and we’d have a baby.
We were scheduled to check in at midnight the 21st to start the induction process. I guess baby girl got the memo and decided to help us out because I started having regular contractions around 8pm. but, since we had to be at the hospital in four hours, I figured I could wait it out. They definitely were not close enough together for us to rush that way. When we were there last week, a nurse told me that I wouldn’t be allowed to eat once I check in, so she suggested we eat right before we came in. So, I planned on eating right before check in. Since I had been craving spicy foods and jalapenos, we decided (read I decided) we would stop at McDonald’s before we hit the hospital. We ended up sitting in the driver thru line for 30 minutes before my husband lost it, and we pulled away with no food. Thankfully, when we arrived at the hospital, my mom had the same idea and stopped at taco bell. She gave me a soft taco, which I scarfed in the parking lot before we went in. Later, when the nurse asked when I last ate, which my response was, just now in the parking lot, I got a few chuckles.
So we started the process out at midnight with the medicine they give you before they start the pitocin, and it turned out that was all I needed. I started having really regular contractions and they gave me my epidural around 8am (I think). The epidural was the worst part of the entire experience, not because of the epidural itself, but because of how it was administered. There was no warning about not moving while they administered it (which I thought was policy). And there were two nurses who were doing it, and they both were talking to me at the same time. Also, this is the point where it suddenly became real. I was having a baby, and started to panic a little. I was in pain and had started crying while some woman pushed down on my shoulders with all her weight saying, “arch your back like a Halloween cat.” (What is that supposed to mean to a pregnant woman?!) It was rough. But after they left, everything calmed down.
Then, with no pitocin and a few pushes, she was here at 12:04 pm. And when I say a few pushes, I mean it. They went and grabbed my doctor and she almost didn’t have time to suit up. Also, my husband cut the cord, which I think was pretty neat.
Giving birth was probably one of the greatest experiences of my life, and I definitely want to do it again (in a few years). Do y’all have any funny pregnancy or birth stories you’d like to share? Leave it in the comments!