My husband is Canadian. I was born in Utah but have lived the last 17 years of my life in Texas, so my blood is not ready for the extreme Edmonton cold that we are going to experience when we visit in a couple weeks. And my son has never experienced extreme cold before! I’m wondering how he will handle it. He’s half Canadian. He will be fine right? Lol.
He’s incredibly good on plane rides, so I’m definitely not worried about that. I’m just worried that he won’t like snow and he will be cooped up for weeks not getting to go outside. He loves going outside.
Good news is, there won’t be Zika or west Nile mosquitos where we’re going! Bonus.
Last night was certainly surprising. My son decided he didn’t want to sleep in his bed so I shared mine with him. Around midnight I wake up to the sound of upchuck. It was everywhere. The sheets. The pillows. My hair. My clothes. His clothes. Poor kid. He refused to eat anything but garlic bread for dinner last night and I guess it upset his stomach. I was worried so I tried to call into work and take a day off but they wouldn’t let me.
I wake up this morning to a sick husband as well. I had to leave the poor guy with a fussy baby all afternoon. I hope they both get to take a long nap this afternoon. And I hope we can all go to bed early because this pregnant mama is TIRED.
All parents love to say those words. I remember my cousin, who had a baby five weeks before I did, got her baby to sleep through the night within the first month. I was thinking, “oh good. Maybe my baby will be like that.” HAHA! Fat chance, bro. Over a year and a half after he was born, he has only slept through the night once… almost twice! And that has only started in the last week. Children are wonderful little things and it’s amazing how different each of them are. I’m crossing my fingers and toes that baby number two will sleep through the night within the first six months.
Have any of you had issues with sleeping through the night. I’ve heard that breastfed babies have more trouble doing that because they metabolize breastmilk faster than bottle fed babies. I think that’s part of what happened with my son and I. We just stopped breastfeeding about a month ago and that’s when he started sleeping better.
Feels crazy that I’m almost halfway done with my pregnancy. So far, it’s been incredibly easy. I was only nauseated for three weeks at the beginning and now I barely feel pregnant. The only reminder for me is when I feel her squirming. I’m so lucky to have had easy pregnancies with both kids. I can’t wait to watch my bump grow more. I’ve always felt prettiest when I’m pregnant. Having had lots of body issues in my past, it feels so good to feel beautiful.
After having my c-section with baby #1, I’m hoping to have a successful VBAC this second time around. But I’m nervous that it’ll end in an emergency c-section just like my first one. How many of you have had either a successful VBAC or a not-so-successful VBAC? I know once you have a second c-section, it becomes much more unlikely that you’ll be able to deliver vaginally in any new pregnancies.
Babies are great, and we would do anything to get them out safely. With that being said, having an emergency c-section was horrible. You don’t get to follow any plan or make your own decision about what you want to do… you HAVE to do it in order to get your baby out safely. It’s scary. It’s an emergency. Nobody wants to have an emergency where their child is concerned. However, it happens to lots of mothers and children. It happened to my son and I. He got out safely… after pooping inside me before he left. That was fun to find out later. Luckily, I didn’t get any infection because my doctor is amazing.
Everything happened really fast.. I remember that. My husband was told to go put on some sterile clothing before he could meet me in the surgery room. I hated being apart from him even if it was just for a few minutes. I remember being wheeled into the room on my bed and not being able to move because I had already gotten an epidural earlier. I hated that I couldn’t move and help get myself onto the operating table. Once the doctors had me down on the table, they made me put both of my arms out like I was about to sit up and take flight. Then they pumped me full of numbing medicine and pretty much everything below my boobs felt like air. Once my husband was in the room, they started. There was a lot of pressure and tugging, but it was painless. Then we heard the first sounds of our baby boy and all the scared and worried feelings I had were gone.
My husband went with the doctor to see the baby get his first bath and get weighed and everything. I missed that… and that sucked. I was wheeled to a recovery room and didn’t see my baby for about two hours after the operation. After the first hour in the recovery room, the numbing started to wear off and I got horrible searing pains from my c-section wound. It just kept getting worse and worse even with the heavy pain medicine they gave me. But I didn’t care… I just wanted to see my baby. When I finally got to see him, I felt no pain.
The next day was pretty tough. They took out my catheter and peeing pretty much hurt for three weeks after. The part that hurt the worst was when the nurses first make you get out of bed. They told me I needed to walk to the bathroom and try to go. It took me literally 10 minutes to walk 10 feet, but I did it. A nurse walked in with me and helped me go to the bathroom. Then, 10 more minutes to get back into bed.
I thought for sure I wouldn’t get to go home for another couple of days, but I was healing great and they let me go home two days after my surgery.
But, I hadn’t pooped yet. Let me tell you, THAT is the worst pain post c-section by far. Pooping and sneezing are the absolute worst. I cringe just thinking about it.
C-sections suck, but they’re completely worth every second of discomfort to have that beautiful baby in your arms. I would do it over and over again for my kids.
Everyone hopes for an easy and uncomplicated delivery of their babies. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case for me.
It started even before I got pregnant. A year before, actually. During the summer of 2014, I ended up with a pulmonary embolism. Having blood clots in your lungs is one of the scariest things imagineable. It was more painful than anything I’ve ever experienced. Thanks to those, I was put on blood thinners for a year. Right after that year was up, I found out I was pregnant and had to be switched to blood thinners that I inject into my stomach every day. Fun, right? Well, because of that, I had to schedule an induction so that I could stop my blood thinners the day before. The magic day came and I went to the hospital at 4am for an induction. My doctor even told me I was the perfect candidate for one as I was already dilating and effacing without having an induction. Everything went super fast in the morning. My doctor said that we would probably have a baby by noon. Then noon came and still no baby. Then three came. Then four and so on. I was stuck at 9.5cm and it wouldn’t go any further. And the baby’s heart rate was starting to go haywire. I count myself kind of lucky because my husbands flight didn’t make it in until 7pm that night and he didn’t arrive until around 9. By 10pm, we were talking about an emergency c section and by 10:45, I was crying in my dads arms because they were about to wheel me back to surgery. It wasn’t what I wanted. I was scared I would bleed too much or that I would get another blood clot or something would go wrong with the baby. Thankfully, everything went well apart from my child pooping inside me before they got to take him out. Gross.
He was born just before midnight and he was precious. It was absolutely scary, but also it was the most wonderful moment in my life.
I’m now pregnant again with baby #2 which is a girl! I’m on blood thinners again and that’ll mean another induction. I’m going to be trying for a VBAC, so we will see how it goes. Fingers crossed it’ll be better than last time.