Archive for July, 2010
Today was a long day. I couldnt think of anything to say as my thoughts were consumed with thinking of my mentors funeral.
The services were beautiful but it has left me struggling with His will. Why take such a strong and loving and
Giving woman from this earth? Why?! Why take such a fabulous friend, amazing mother and dedicated Nurse? Why?! It just doesnt make sense. And I know its not my place to know, but I wish I could understand.
Anyhow….back to my normal bitching and whining tomorrow.
After a few weeks of being on vacation or in meetings, Dr.Amazing is back!! I was so happy to see him. So happy to get to finally have some answers to the burning questions that the other two docs had set in my mind.
General concensus, the other docs are smoking crack. The cerclage will stay in until 37 weeks unless I start contracting or bleeding in a way that would cause him to believe that I am tearing or going to tear through it. Awesome. So on or around August 25th is the removal.
He was annoyed that they didnt watch me more closely but was also thrilled to see how well I am doing. He even said he was a little surprised that I am
That was the awesome part of the visit. Now for the not so awesome part… I arrived and my blood pressure was sky high. Even after retaking it manually it was like 168/88, an that was lower than the initial result. I was also having a headache, not so fun. This combined with the increased swelling and significant weight gain granted me a trip to L&D for a NST and ultrasound.
We passed the NST and ultrasoubd with flying colors. My blood pressures
Still stayed kinda high so they monitored me for 4 hours.
Dr. Amazing is pretty sure I am on the road to having pre-E. We will do more testing and eval when I see him Monday.
After all that adventure I went home and took a nice nap. And then later last night I got to meet someone pretty amazing!! I will post about that later! But let me tell you, it was awesome! (And no it wasnt NoNo!)
Do you see any difference? Lol
Same shirt, 16 week difference!
How far along? 33 weeks 1 day
Bedrest so far: Ended 10 weeks bed rest. Now on third week of modified activity!
Total weight gain/loss: 25 pounds so far…. please let the majority be swelling!
Maternity clothes?: Either maternity or yoga pants and tanks.
Stretch marks? Yup….
Cervical Length?: average of 2.0cm with cerclage intact. No funnelling!!
Labor signs: Contractions hourly. More depending on my activity. And while on L&D they were every 10-12 minutes.
Medications?: Still just the prenatals and zantac, but the zantac isnt helping much anymore. So Im taking a ton of tums.
Sleep: It feels like the first trimester all over again. Im so tired.
Best moment this week: Awesome breastfeeding class! And setting up all Nolan’s stuff!
Worst Moment this week: Taking a fall and having some decreased fetal movement, and now spending the morning on L&D for an NST.
Movement: The movement has decreased alot. Still have a ton of pelvic pressure, but his movements have definitly slowed down.
Food cravings/aversions: Cheesy garlic bread!
Belly Button in or out?: Very shallow innie
Gender: A little prince!
What I miss: Nothing…Im starting to worry I will miss being pregnant. The time has gone by too fast.
What I am looking forward to: Seeing Dr. Amazing today, talking about my cerclage removal.
Weekly Wisdom: Call the Nurse when you have questions. Not having movement is an issue.
Milestones: Setting up his gear, appointment with the fire department to get car seat installed, setting a date for my cerclage removal.
Symptoms: Swelling (I have no wrists or ankles), contractions and a ton of heart burn!
Since my very first training bra, I have found some comfort in knowing that my breast would be used to feed my babies. I was 12 years old with C cups, so finding some purpose in my gigantic load made it tolerable.
I have always found breast feeding to be miraculous and I have always looked forward to getting to experience it myself. After the horrible childbirth class experience I was terrified that my breastfeeding class would be just as bad.
That was just not the case. The class was taught by a very passionate lactation consultant who also holds a monthly Lactation coalition tea party in my area. Im so excited to go! She was enthusiastic, encouraging and very
Knowledgeable. I was thrilled.
My Mom attended the class with me and we both enjoyed it immensly! I left feeling like my goal of exclusive breast feeding is attainable!
I dont fault other women who cannot, choose not to, dont want to, or whatever the reason that causes them
to use formula. Just like with cloth diapering, I believe its a choice and doesnt make you a better or worse parent. So please if you are reading this, dont be offended. This is about me, and about my wishes. I have carried around these double D girls
Long enough, bow its time to put ‘em to work!
So tell me about your breast feeding experience?
The “Womb” day post will have to wait until tomorrow since I have a doctors appointment with Dr.Amazing then. In the mean time I will use this 33 week “womb” day to write about putting up Nolan’s crib and bedding.
I have been nesting like crazy, and this is difficult since the majority of our stuff is packed and ready to be moved to Japan. I purchased a second crib and separate bedding to be used at the Grandparents house (since that is where we are residing until our move) and it got all put together today. Its beyond strange to see the crib all put together, to think that there will be a baby sleeping in there in just a few short weeks.
How did this happen? How did we fast forward from January 4th and a positive pregnancy test, to now with only a few weeks to go? What happened to the time? I dont feel ready!
I dont have any anxiety about labor itself. Im terrified of a c-section, but only because of the spinal. Having had one for my cerclage and having had a really messed up spinal tap as a teen I can say that I am not one for spinal medications of any type (I have nothing against the anesthesia for others but I have some PTSD from those other events). Im more anxious about all the things that can go wrong during labor with the baby.
I have felt for the last 3o-ish weeks that this was all a big mistake. That somehow a doctor made a mistake and Im not really pregnant. That the ultrasounds were wrong, there is no baby there. That the movement I feel is false. I feel like this cant be really happening, its too freaking good to be true. I feel like Im dreaming.
So when does it feel real? When did it finally sink in for you?
Seriously…I have eruptions all over my face. I look like a prepubescent pizza delivery boy! Its ridiculous! I have never had acne like this, ever. Its sad, and incredibly anxiety inducing. Im even afraid to post a picture for tomorrow. Terrified.
I had this epiphany last night, I was reflecting on that minute while waiting to see if baby Nolan had a heart beat and I started thinking about the relief I felt as soon as I heard that wonderful galluping. How as soon as I heard it, everything in life seemed ok. The pain in my hips disappeared, the soreness in my ribs was gone, and suddenly nothing mattered except the fact that my son is alive.
That fact has followed me these last couple days. Things get rough and overwhelming and suddenly I remember that moment of terror and the following moment of relief. Then everything is fine, wonderful and tolerable. Its a morbid moment to dwell on, but I cant help but think of it.
I think that over the past weeks as baby Nolan has had no problems and his risk demise lowered, I have forgotten how precious and easy it is for things to happen. I was so worried and focused on just keeping him in my belly that I forgot about how many things can still go wrong while he is gestating. Im trying not to over think it, and for now I will just be satisfied in the feeling that he is safe and healthy.
It was definitly humbling though. Enough so that I will even tolerate the acne without whining too much.
I seriously always thought that the “nesting” thing was just a myth. I had a brief moment of energy a few weeks ago and thought that was nesting, boy was I wrong!
Yesterday I felt my first rush of “MUST.DO.THIS.ALL.RIGHT.NOW”. It was crazy. I wanted to deep clean, vaccum, dust, mop, clean bathrooms, organize and wash every little thing! Its incredibly ridiculous. And cleaning wasnt the only thing I felt the need to be doing, I wanted to cook, and bake.
And after the little tumble the other day, Im sore. So now add that to waaaaaay over doing it yesterday and now I can barely walk. Not to mention that my feet are as big as water ski’s. So today I will be resting and taking it easy. Just what the doctor ordered!
It seems to be a trend that we spend Saturday night in L&D. Last night was no different.
Friday night I went outside to feed the dogs and tripped on a dog toy. I started to fall forward and in an effort not to fall on NoNo I threw myself backwards instead, landing hard on my left hip. I missed smacking my head by about a centimeter, hit my arm on the deck railing and whacked my ass on the wood ground pretty hard.
I sat on the ground for a minute. Partially stunned and also because I wasnt sure how to begin to heave my body up from that pisition without a forklift. I did a mental inventory of everything and finally decided to move.
I seemed fine. No cramping, bleeding, gush of fluids or any other hallmark sign of an issue, so I changed into comfy clothes and decided to lay down.
Usually NoNo has a busy stretch as soon as I decide to go to bed. Friday night I didnt get that. He was quieter than usual. I did have movement, just not his usual “uterine dance”. I even whipped out the magic doppler twice to
Make sure that all was well, and it was. So I slept.
Saturday I took it easy all day, mostly because I was so damn sore. I laid in bed stretched out and poked and prodded the belly with little response. I whipped out the doppler again.
By Saturday afternoon I was tired of worrying about his lack of movement so I drank a coke, ate some sugar and then tried to stimulate him with loud music. This usually works, but yesterday it didnt.
Now I dont want anyone to think that I went all day without any movement, thats just not the case. He did move occasionally, it was just slower, gentler, it was uh….different?
Finally I called the L&D RN to see what their suggestion was. I barely got the story out of my mouth before she informed me that I needed to be seen. Off to L&D we headed. And I wasnt really worried, one thing Ive learned from this pregnancy is never expect anything.
I arrive in L&D get checked in and then begin to panic when it takes the nurse
FOREVER to find his heartbeat. Im sure it was less than a minute but I started to panic. She finally found it, a beautiful and glorious 160bpm and then left me on the monitor.
Wouldnt you know that my little stinker of a son suddenly decides its time to party?! I felt silly for being there.
The doc came in and did an exam, decided to ultrasound the belly just to make sure there was no abruption and to check the fluid levels. She said I have the perfect amount of amniotic fluid at 11.5, and then measured my cervix at 2.3cm. I was totally jazzed.
Little man was also seen moving, breathing and hiccuping. So he passed. And no abruption.
We were discharged home with orders not to fall again. (I didnt intend to fall the first time!)
What an ordeal! Im thankful everything turned out ok, and am once again so glad I have the doppler at home!
Tell me about your hospital experiences?
I think she’s gonna be an excellent big sister!
Pregnancy induced insomnia. Its ridiculous.
It goes something like this:
•cant sleep because my hips are sore
•cant sleep because I have wretched heart burn
•cant sleep because there are 5,000 things I need to accomplish before NoNo is born.
•cant sleep because baby has hiccups.
I finally get comfortable and start to doze and then…. Gotta pee.
Anyone have some magic sleep remedy that is non pharmacologic?
Am I the only one who sometimes just feels the need to Cry? No, this is not pregnancy specific. Although I would say it was more common when I was PMSing.
Last night was one of those nights where I was so full of emotion, full of
Feelings, and full of thoughts that I thought for sure if I didnt cry I was
Going to explode.
So I cried. While watching both Cool Runnings and then again while watching Steel Magnolias. I sobbed my heart out.
I cried for lost babies, for my grandfather not getting to meet his grandson, for my mentors death, for my friends mom, for those who so
Deserve to be parents but havent been given the chance yet. I cried and cried.
And now I just feel a little lighter in heart.
What do you do when you are Overwhelmed With emotion?
Im sorry that I burst your bubble about pregnancy and fertility.
Im sorry that I hurt your feelings when I talk about my losses.
Im sorry that my bedrest and struggles have left you terrified for your own future pregnancies.
Im sorry that my verbalizing my difficulties have made you worry that it may not be easy for you to concieve.
Im sorry that now you are aware that unprotected sex isnt always the way to get pregnant.
Im sorry. I meant well, really.
Im sorry Im a bitch sometimes.
Im sorry that I am more vocal about the things that are irritating the snot out of me.
Im sorry that this complicated journey has been so difficult on all of your plans.
I didnt plan it this way, honest.
Dear Cashier at Panera,
You are an idiot. It was not appropriate to ask me if the two sandwiches I was buying were “all for me”. However it was not very nice of me to call you an idiot in front of an entire lobby full of people. But you are, a huge idiot. (And BTW, orange is not a natually occuring color for hair. Just an FYI)
Dear Nursing school friends,
Im proud of you all for graduating but its like salt in a wound every time I see a post about new jobs, NCLEX passing, NCLEX nerves, and getting excited about your interviews and futures. PLease forgive me if I dont comment on each and every one. Im trying, but I wanted to be there right now too.
Dear Random procreator,
Im sorry but I hate you. I know that my giant swollen belly means that we share something right now, but stopping to chit chat with me about the heat and how “horrible” pregnancy is makes me want to scream at you. It takes all my energy to play nice. You dont know me. And I dont know you either, although based on the three dirty kids at your side (all of whom are obviously of different fathers based on their varying ethnic backrounds) and your comments about “hating pregnancy”, I would venture to guess that pregnancy is simple for you. I hate you. Please dont talk to me.
I miss you. You seem to be the only one who understands this side of me. And I miss you so much.
Please chill on the rib shots, they hurt. I know you are excited to come out and join the world, but really please stop being in such a hurry! We love you so much!!
Yesterday I recieved an email about the loss of a great woman. This woman was the first real RN I can ever remember meeting. She took the time to explain nursing to me. She gave me advice, encouragement and support when I was struggling through my prereq classes. She was an amazing woman and she meant alot to me.
Sadly, over the last two years with nursing school, marriage, pregnancy, and Nursing school it became hard to keep in touch. I knew she was struggling with cancer, but every time I saw her she had a huge smile and would simply say “Im keeping my chin up”.
And yesterday I laid in bed sobbing over the loss of such a great woman. Wondering why she had to succumb to cancer when there are so many evil people in the world that DESERVE to die that way. Why her? Why her, when she has family and friends that love her? Why her when she was so loving and giving? Why HER?!
Its not fair. Its not right. This woman was phenomenal. When I had my last D&C, she came in on her day off to work in recovery so that I wouldnt wake up to strangers. Yes, she was that amazing. She held my hand and hugged me and told me I was loved when I was at my lowest. She told me that I could do it, and that I WOULD be an amazing nurse.
Her services should be in the next week or so. It will be incredibly hard to attend, but impossible to stay away. How do I find the words to thank a woman who showed me so much kindness, when I waited too long to tell her?
Its not fair.
How far along? 32 weeks
Bedrest so far: 10 weeks bed rest total. Now on second week of modified activity!
Total weight gain/loss: 16 lbs gain as of last week, no weight so far this week.
Maternity clothes?: Either maternity or yoga pants and tanks.
Stretch marks? Yes and now due to the swelling I have a ton of spider veins. And the stretch marks on my stomach look like a hand print.
Cervical Length?: 2.16cm, cerclage intact, cervix closed.
Labor signs: I feel alot of contractions throughout the day in my back, but mostly its just uterine irritability.
Medications?: Still just the prenatals and zantac, but the zantac isnt helping much anymore. So Im taking a ton of tums.
Sleep: I need more sleep. Im tired all the time. Every activity seems to take more energy then ever before.
Best moment this week: Finding out that I have not lost any length in my cervix!!
Worst Moment this week: My childbirth class. I was hoping for something exceptional and it turned out to be a waste of time.
Movement: My stomach looks like there is an alien in it, it wiggles around!
Food cravings/aversions: Bubble Gum snow cones and garlic bread and mandarin oranges!
Belly Button in or out?: Mostly its an innie, but occasionally it pops out depending on his position.
Gender: A little prince!
What I miss: My face, having cheek bones, and not being so dang swollen.
What I am looking forward to: Seeing Dr. Amazing next week!
Weekly Wisdom: Dont hesitate to call L&D if you have a question. That’s what they are there for.
Milestones: Getting my childbirth class out of the way, less than 60 days until Nolan’s due date, having NoNo’s Neuro development complete!
Symptoms: Heart burn, swelling, nausea, low back pain. Mostly just the swelling bothers me though!
I always forget that with the new ICLW month, I should probably post some introduction…here goes!
Im Tiffany (Hi everyone!!), I am married to a US Sailor who is currently in Japan. I was supposed to transfer there in June but due to pregnancy complications I was not allowed to accompany him. I have a 4 year old kiddo from another Mother that I inherited with my marriage to The Sailor, we call him Big Boy. I was a Nursing student and was put on bed rest 30 days before graduation and now I will have to finish my program next year.
Now onto the pregnancy stuff. I have an incompetent cervix that was discovered at 19 weeks. I had a McDonald cerclage placed at 22 weeks and was on 10 weeks on bedrest due to contractions, cervical shortening and an irritable uterus. Two weeks ago the doctors started to encourage me to get up and start reconditioning to prepare for labor.
This pregnancy is very special as it has lasted longer than any of my other pregnancies for some miraculous reason! With some testing that I had done in the first trimester I found out that I carry the MTHFR gene on both strands on my DNA.
Our baby, Nolan is due September 15. My cerclage is scheduled to be removed August 25th-ish. Every day counts now!!
Its nice to meet you! Welcome to my little world! I blog daily, mostly about random crap, but I keep it up! Leave me a comment and I will surely stop by and visit you!
I would say I woke up sick, except I never got a chance to really sleep because I am so congested that I cant breathe while Laying down. Ugh!!
Being sick stinks, but its so much more
Miserable when youre pregnant. I knew I had to be coming down with something because I have been overly
Exhausted this entire week.
So it hit last night. Miserable summer
Im in a weird place. My best friends Mom has cancer. Its metastasized to her brain and she is not doing so well.
This friend has always been there for
Me. Through marriage, bad marriage, divorce, death of relatives, death of my babies, pregnancy, deployed spouse, loss of my beloved dogs, and all my other random drama. She is always there for me, supporting me, keeping me from the sinking in sorrow. ALWAYS.
And now she needs me. And Im not the best at being the supporter in this relationship. Its like she was the relationship supporter and I was the relationship burden and now I dont know how to switch the roles around.
How do you support a friend who has a Mother dying in front of her? What words of comfort can I provide?
I guess Im intimidated by her ability
To always know what to say to me, and my lack of words of comfort.
Im sad for her, scared for her, and I just dont know how to comfort her through this.
Any ideas? Suggestions?
Once again, its time for a meme! I stole it from here, she always has the best stuff to share! Enjoy!
1. If you had to choose a country to live in besides USA (or the country you live in), which would it be?
Definitly Japan. I loved living there as a little girl, so I am totally excited to be back there soon!
2. Which would be worse, wearing flip flops in the snow or wearing gloves in the summer?
I could never handle gloves in the summer. I would be miserable!
3. Fried or Bake and why?
As much as I love food, I am not a huge fan of fried foods. So definitly baked!
4. If you were an entertainment reporter, which celeb would you love to interview and why?
I think I would enjoy talking with Gerard Butler…He might need to be naked though. He is sexy and I love his accent!
5. What was your favorite book as a preteen/teenager?
I was/am a huge fan of Dean Koontz. My Grandpa and I shared that love!
6. List your top 3 guilty pleasure television shows.
Criminal Minds, Two and a half men, The Big Bang Theory
Yes, thats right. I dropped out of the childbirth education class. Not only am
I a drop out, but I pulled a high school move and ditched during lunch break. Sad, huh?!
Basically the class was beneficial only to the really young or the really uneducated (about birth). It was the perfect class for people who have never seen anything that had to
Do with birth. It was very basic.
Not to mention that I am having birth partner issues. Husband is not going to be able to attend due to his deployment. My best friend is planning on being there but she is currently dealing with her own mother who is dying and that leaves little time for
Me (understandably). I love my Mother dearly but have no interest in having her be my birth partner (she would do a great job, I just have my own reservations about it due to some past history). My other close friend will be gone during my weeks 34-37, so if he is born after “term” theb she may be able to attend. Its just difficult, so
i wasnt really into the practicing of labor
Then there was the small problem that all the positions were putting a ton of pressure on my cervix. People with a cerclage probably should not attempt to get into a duck squat or lunge position. Just FYI.
After lunch, We high tailed it. I felt
Bad about keeping my friend from being able to enjoy sleeping in, so we headed to our favorite mexican restuarant for a late lunch!
Hopefully nature takes over and I can manage labor. I have a ton of comfort
Measures I want to try an have started writing my birth plan.
Does anyone have any suggestions of good books About labor?
I knew when I married my husband that it wouldnt always be easy. I knew that the military would keep him away from me at times. I went into this being fully prepared.
And yet sometimes I am shocked to find that I am overwhelmed by the things that he is going to miss out on. He has missed out on the kicks, hiccups, doctors visits, sleepless nights and tons of other pregnancy mile markers. And Im ok with those.
Im more upset that he is going to miss out on the birth, holding his minutes
Old son, seeing the two guys together, and just seeing the look in his eyes when he meets Nolan.
I know that there will be other moments. I know that we will mKe other events special. But Im already mourning the loss of those moments. Its alot harder than I thought
It would be.
Maybe these feelings are being evoked by the fact that today is my childbirth class. It should have been a day long activity for my husband and I, but instead one of my girlfriends is standing in his place. Im thankful to have so much support, but I still wish it was him instead.
What was the best/worst part of your childbirth class?
Im sitting in this little cafe on the waterfront, across the street from my favorite martini bar and I am reflecting on my life. The old, the new, the soon to be.
Sitting in the booth next to me are these two moms with toddlers. The moms are chatting vibrantly about the latest celebrity gossip. The children, strapped into their strollers are both nibbling on random foods thattheir mothers keep handing to them. It looks like heaven.
I sit staring for a long time, barely able to tear my eyes away from the scene. And in walks a pregnant woman…this sight should make me smile as I know she is hot and uncomfortable just like me. But instead I find that I am gritting my teeth, angry at her happy, pink flushed face.
I used to find this anger and resentment at women who had babies, like the women beside me. Now my anger is at the happiness of pregnant women. I do not know this lady, I do not know if she struggled to concieve, lost babies of her own, begged and prayed to stay pregnant, or did everything she could to make it to viability. I do not know her, and yet….I cant help but despise her.
Part of me plays her, when I am out in public. I try to portray the blissful pregnant woman, I yearn for that. I am sad that so much of this pregnancy is laced with fear, terror, medical intervention and bargaining with God. I know Im lucky to still be pregnant, I know that I could have it worse. I understand all of the things that couls have happened. But damnit, I want to be HER, the woman I pretend to be, the woman in front of me.
I want to believe that unprotected sex equals a baby. That two lines on a test equal a living baby. That after achieving 12 weeks its all smooth sailing. I want to believe that doctors appointments are fun, that ultrasounds mean just an extra glimpse of thr baby. I want to believe that my child will be born sometime around 40 weeks of gestation.
I dont want to think in terms of NICU stay time, medical interventions, medications, cervical length, cerclages, and preterm labor.
I want to be her. Not just play her. I want the show I put on to be a reality.
I briefly mentioned in my weekly WOMB day post that my doctors are not communicating. My favorite doctor, Dr.Amazing is under the belief that my cerclage should be removed at 37 weeks on the dot. That would be August 25.
The new doctor on the team, Dr.Accent, wants to remove my cerclage at week 35. That would be August 11th.
Then there is Dr. WasteOfTime, who had no opinion whatsoever and said he would defer to the other physicians.
Those are the main three doctors who are supposed to be collaborating on my care. They are not however collaborating in any fashion. Instead, every time I see one of them the plan of care changes siginificantly. Each of the doctors has their own beliefs on everything in regards to my care, EVERYTHING.
Dr.Amazing is ultraconservative. He wants me on couch rest or modified bedrest until week 34. Then he said I could resume some activity. Dr.Amazing does weekly cervical ultrasounds and has followed my cerclage and contractions pretty carefully. I credit Dr.Amazing with keeping my pregnant for this long, and would do just about anything he says. However, he is on vacation and so I started seeing Dr. WasteOfTime.
Dr.WasteOfTime is not conservative at ALL. He doesnt really believe in bedrest and has repeatedly informed me that there is no evidence based literature that shows that bedrest is beneficial. He wants me to start reconditioning since I am 30+ weeks along, and has stated that if I dont get my strength up that he “Doesnt see how I will manage labor”. He also wants to see me weekly, but doesnt see any value in measuring my cervix via ultrasound and believes that bimanual exams are much more valuable. I can see his point about reconditioning, but think that if I had been under his care from the start I wouldnt be pregnant still. He is tolerable, however….he is on vacation so I had to see the third high risk doctor, Dr.Accent.
Dr. Accent is kinda a mix between Dr.Amazing and Dr.WasteOfTime. He is more conservative and wants me to limit my walking and standing to no more than 20minutes per hour, and wants me to be spending alot of time “resting”. He believes in listening to your body and has said that if I start to cramp or contract that I need to stop what I am doing. He wants my cerclage out at 35 weeks, because that is how he has always done it. He is a nice man, and seems to have a justified reason for everything he does except for the cerclage removal date. He doesnt believe in monitoring the cervix at all unless I have complaints and thinks I can move to being seen every two weeks instead of weekly.
They are all competent and decent men, I think that they all have my best interest in mind, but I feel like I am being torn in three different directions. I just dont know who to listen to, or what to do. And I hate feeling like I have to make the educated decision in order to keep me and my baby safe. I didnt go to medical school, so I expect to have to rely on the doctors I see to give me the tools to help me make safe decisions, but right now I feel like they are failing me.
On one side, I may be having this cerclage removed in 26 days, and on the other it may be 40 days. I really want Nolan to have every chance at being full term, chunky, and healthy and I feel like removing the cerclage early is setting me up for NoNo to be born earlier than he needs to be.
I can see removing the cerclage if my cervix was getting dangerously close to tearing. BUT…since I havent had my cervix measured in almost 4 weeks, there is no way to know if that is the case!
What to do, what to do?
BRU update: My swing should be delivered today!! Full story to follow soon!
With the momentous event quickly approaching I have been having a reality check of how much action my nether regions will be getting.
One of my dreams has always been to have my delivery video taped. Now I have no intention of playing this video for anyone except maybe myself. But I figure that since I will be otherwise busy, taping it will give me a chance to see the miracle at a later date. Dont judge, different strokes for different folks!
So back to the girly parts…Ive never gone waxing. NEVER. But I really want to get my uh…hair down there waxed and made more acceptable for its big screen debut.
My question to all you ladies is, how
Did you find a wax artist? What fid you tell them? Did it hurt like hell? And how soon should I have it done?
When I started out this blog two years ago, it was to chronicle my life as a Nursing student. I figured it would cover the good, the bad, the ugly of everything that occurs while I was attempting to finish my RN program.
Now with NoNo and bedrest, delayed graduation and a move overseas this space has morphed into something else entirely. Its a living journal, I get that but its strange to have so little medical stuff on here.
Anyhow here is a little update from the Nursing program. The DON (Dean of Nursing) called me the other day to give me the information on returning to finish my mentorship. I will have to
Come back to the states next Spring and do a quick refresher course on IV’s, Caths, transfering, and the dreaded concept maps. Then after that 2-3 week intensive “self-study”, I will start mentorship completley over again.
I am not being given any credit for
My previous time. I will have to attend the mentorship lecture class and all of the mentorship hours of clinical.
Im not particularly upset about any of this. I am thankful that I can finish but a little nervous that I will be doing this all while caring for a 6 month old. And my husband will still be in Japan so I will be relying on family help. Its just a scary thing to imagine keeping up the stamina that I had before all while caring for my little person.
In the mean time there is nothing left to
Do really. Just sit and cook this baby and try to think positively.
So my readers, should I move my family blogging over to my Much unused family blog site? Or are You guys ok with the lack of Nursing material for the time being?
Ok, to all my readers out there I have a serious conflict. I dont know when is an appropriate time to start washing baby clothes and cloth diapers in preparation for baby NoNo.
I had originally thought that waiting until week 35 was the best idea, but now that may be the week I have him and could potentially bring him home shortly there after.
Is week 31 too soon? When did you start the “real” preparations? When did you install the car seat and all the gear?
Im lost. And since this pregnancy clearly didnt come with an instruction manual, I need some help!!