MacKenzie’s Birth Story – Part 1 (a month early!)

Well, it just figures that I would be completely wrong in my predictions of when Little Mack would make her appearance into this world.  But who knew I would be THAT far off?  I fully expected her to be a week or two late in an effort to show her stubbornness.  This is still her way of telling us that she, indeed, is the boss.

So let’s take it back to Sunday, April 12.  Picture it:  We are wrapping things up at my sister-in-law’s bridal shower at a fancy banquet hall.  No one will let me help bring packages out to the cars or do anything or importance to help (this is something I hated about pregnancy).  So, I made my rounds talking to the other people who couldn’t physically help clean up.  Specifically, I was talking to Grandma (my husband’s grandma, but I still love her as I do my own grandma, so she gets the title).  She was sitting, and I was standing, getting restless.  I laughed about something (a good, hearty laugh), and then I felt something.  Something strange.  A mix between, “Oh shit, I just pissed my pants” and “Oh wait, I felt like I just got my period?  What the fuck?”  so in the middle of our conversation, I quickly excused myself and ran to the closest bathroom.

Conclusion:  Hmmm, looked like just a lot of discharge, but very watery.  What the hell?!  I did read that this was supposed to happen more near the end, as your cervix getting itself ready and shedding some lining, or something close to that.  So we’ll go with that for now.

Made my way back to the banquet hall room and as I’m walking there, I feel another surge (I didn’t even laugh to trigger anything!), so this continued to happen until we all finally left.  I probably visited the bathroom 5 more times in the next 10 minutes to clean up.  Still not knowing what it was, I decide to drive home (this is specifically what we learned NOT to do in the birthing class we literally took the day before).  As we’re walking out the door, I feel yet another surge and go to walk back into the hall, but they had already locked the building.  Assholes!  As I’m standing there, I’m debating how I’m going to keep Mike’s brand new Charger clean from whatever fluid was leaking out of me.  So I empty my purse (linen) and sit on it as I drive off.

At this point, I hadn’t said anything to anyone about thinking that my water had broken.  I did ask two people, including my mother-in-law, whether or not their’s had broken on their own, or if it broke after they starting having contractions/ got to the hospital.  No one was any help in this department, so I kept referring to the conversation that we had in birthing class THE DAY BEFORE and what I had talked to my doctor about just three days before that.

My doctor talked to me about how many women go to the ER thinking that their water had broken, when, in reality, they had simply pissed themselves.  She did say, however, that it is always a good idea to come in even if I wasn’t sure, because if my water had indeed broken, that means the birth canal is open, and I wouldn’t want anything to get in there, plus it meant contractions would likely be starting soon.  I didn’t want to be the girl who just peed herself hanging out in the labor and delivery ward (yet another reason why I told no one at the shower that my water had broken – in addition to not wanting to steal the spotlight from my sister-in-law on her big day).

Going back to what we learned in birthing class, the instructor gave us some ridiculous statistic of how many women actually have their water break on its own.  It something like 10 or 20% I think.  So basically, it probably won’t happen to you, so if you think it has, you probably pissed yourself.

All that being said, I made my way home to my husband, who had been working on cleaning the house and putting more baby equipment together the whole day.  I went back and forth about telling him what my instinct was.  Then he mentioned that he needed to go to Target to get some batteries for the baby swing and something else I can’t remember.  I was like, “Yeah!  Let’s go to Target!”  I thought I had stopped leaking at this point, so I did then tell him my fear, but that I was pretty sure I was fine now.  I just told him I was going to lay down after the Target trip so he didn’t try to put me to work cleaning something else 🙂   He did tell me to call the doctor.  I told him I would after Target, and not to worry (me putting off the inevitable because I was terrified that I was going to be forced to deliver a baby I had not fully prepared myself for yet – no joke, I think I did maybe a total of 3 kegel exercises during my pregnancy and kept telling myself, “next month I’ll really get going”).

So to Target we went!  Walking around, looking at stuff I don’t need, and then, of course, I started leaking again! Don’t worry friends, I didn’t leak all over the floor at Target.  It’s not like a faucet.  I’m much more considerate than that.  So I felt the leak a few more times as we are standing in line to check out.  Mike asks if I want Starbucks (there is a Starbucks in our Target).   Now, here is a fine example of my priorities.  In my head, I’m thinking, I could really use a Happy Birthday Frappuccino (vanilla and hazelnut frap – AMAZING).  Then, as I observed the line forming of dumb little teenagers, I decided I had better make the right decision and call my doctor.  I told Mike I would be out in the car calling the doctor to see what she says.  I think he was surprised I was passing up Starbucks, and this probably made him nervous to think that he might be a father in the very near future.

So I called the doctor’s office and had the nurse page her.  The nurse told me something I did not want to hear.

“The Doctor said you should come into Labor and Delivery at the hospital to be tested as to whether or not you are actually leaking amniotic fluid”

Okay, great.  I don’t know what I thought they were going to tell me…maybe ask a few questions about what I’m seeing and describe the amount, blah blah.  Ugh.

So Mike gets in the car and asked what they said.  I didn’t tell him right away.  I wanted to get home and pack a bag (oh yeah, didn’t do THAT either), and try to clean up some stuff so Mike wouldn’t want to murder me if I ended up having to check into the hospital and he needed to bring me more things that he couldn’t find because of how unorganized my drawers are.  So I pack my minimalist bag and say, “Okay, the doctor wants me to come in to be checked”….

So off we went to the hospital.  We didn’t say much on the drive, and I almost started crying a few times because this could just NOT be go-time.  We were both nervous.  It just couldn’t be.  So many things left undone.  Baby still needed to hang out for another month.  Pre-term labor is considered anything before 37 weeks.  I was at 36.  Does this mean they would keep us in the hospital longer?  What if she has complications?  Maybe they would let me go home if I wasn’t having contractions?  What if they don’t let me eat after I get there?  Should I make Mike stop at McDonald’s?  I know, priorities!

Stay tuned – Little Mack is starting to wake up.

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“If You Can Poop, You Can Give Birth”

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32 Weeks & 3 Days – She is the size of a Florida Pomelo (wtf is a Pomelo?) and almost has hands large enough to use my cell phone.  Too bad she won’t get a cell phone until she’s 18!  🙂

But for real.  I am excited, but I think I am entering into the stage of pregnancy where insomnia is prevalent (and heartburn!), and you can’t stop thinking about just how much your life is going to change.  And where you’re going to store all things baby.  And how you’re going to set up the baby’s room.

Of all the blogs I’ve read, most of the first time moms seem so fake to me.  Maybe because there is something wrong with me.  Not that I am at all unhappy about baby girl, but it has been a very trying time for me.  It’s difficult for me to read all the fluffy, “we can’t wait until she gets here, it is in God’s hands now, God is so good, everything is coming up roses, this is the best time of our lives!”  I’ll just chalk it up to the fact that I’m nervous.  I’m sure once she is born, our lives will change, but for the better.

At my last doctor’s appointment, I expressed my concern for my lack of being in shape during this pregnancy.  I told her about how I keep reading about how you have to get your body in shape for labor, and it’s like training for a marathon.  She put my fears at ease.  She laughed and said, “Those ideas are so wrong.  If you can poop, you can give birth!”   She also brought up how women years ago were basically told to have nothing to do with anything that would cause physical exertion.  They have all gotten through it just fine.  So I feel better about the whole process now, I guess.  Until the labor pains start, that is!

Mike and I went on a tour of the maternity ward where I will be delivering baby girl this past weekend.  He was shocked how many people signed up for the tour (there were 25 couples).  One girl was two weeks from her due date and looked exactly like me, in terms of how big her tummy was.  WTF?

Anyhow, it was super informative.  There were two women who explained the process while we all sat in the lobby of the hospital waiting area.  They explained where to go when you first arrive if you are in labor, and they included the insurance form in our little gift bags to fill out ahead of time so that no one is bothering anyone for forms while things are intense and stressful.  They also explained the in-room spa service menu (YES!), and more importantly, which restaurants will deliver to the hospital.  She also explained that they just started making the Amniotic Bank available to their patients, at no charge.  I kept reading about the cord banking and thought it was a great concept, until I saw that they charge thousands of dollars to store this each year, and that doesn’t even mean that what you bank will actually match and be of any help to you down the line with a specific illness.  No thanks!  I will, however, likely donate to the Amniotic Bank.  If it will benefit others and possibly my family in the future and cause no extra pain in the process, I am all for it 🙂  Here is a better explanation of Amniotic Banking:  http://www.healthywomen.org/content/article/should-you-bank-your-babys-amniotic-fluid

The labor and delivery ward was very nice and modern.  You can even see the Chicago Skyline from their fancy visitors’ lounge.  Each labor/ delivery room is quite large with a massive walk-in shower with bench (brand new) in the event that you want to sit under the water while in labor (it’s supposed to help some ladies, from what I’ve heard!).  They also have wireless fetal monitoring, which many hospitals do no have yet –  meaning you aren’t hooked up to a bunch of cords and they can still monitor baby’s heart rate from the nurse station.  The wireless monitor strapped on you is also waterproof, so you can basically sit in the shower until it’s go-time and they can monitor as needed.  SO COOL.  I’d imagine they would never run out of hot water, right?  Hahaha.  Someone also asked about a mirror that was on the ceiling and whether or not if could come down so that you could see the baby’s entrance into the world.  She grabbed a remote and showed up how the mirror could be angled so that you could see baby as she is born.  I turned to Mike and said, “Um, I won’t be using that, and I don’t want you seeing all of that business either”  He seemed to agree.

After we viewed the labor/ delivery suites, we went down to the mother/ baby suites (you stay there at least two days after delivery for monitoring).  We also walked by the nursery, where most people think all of the babies hang out in front of the glass window.  Not the case anymore!  Baby hangs out in your room with you unless you need a break or they are giving baby her first bath (which doesn’t happen for 24 hours after she is born – new thing!)   So I kind of like that.  Especially if you are trying the whole breastfeeding thing.  Baby is always there, and you don’t have to wonder about who is going to go get her for a feeding, etc.  Interesting stuff!

Our birthing class is in April, so stay tuned for that!  Eight hours of fun!  Mike is ecstatic.

I also finally had my first prenatal massage last night.  IT WAS AMAZING.  I was worried that it might not feel that great because I get uncomfortable so easily these days, but it was just wonderful.  My back feels 100 times better today.  Baby girl moved and kicked the whole time, so she must have enjoyed it 🙂  I scheduled another one for week 38, along with a pedicure (gotta keep those toes pretty for D-day), and a bikini wax (gotta keep the pain threshold up!)  🙂

::pause for entertainment purposes::

Breastfeeding Facebook Group Post (I am slowly learning the acronyms…EBF = Exclusively Breastfeeding, DD = Dear Daughter):

“6mo EBF and still going strong! But I have a question. DD’s two front bottom teeth cut through a few weeks ago, and the past 3 days, she has been biting down on my nipple randomly while feeding. She cries when I rip my boob out of her mouth in surprise! Yes, I know I shouldn’t do that, but that’s what happens anyways. So, this afternoon rolls around, and my right breast is completely engorged and I’m feeling rock hard nodules along the side and around the areola. Could her biting have something to do with that? Could it be a clogged duct? She’s been napping for over 2 hours now, and I haven’t been this engorged in months.”

WWMD (What Would Melissa Do):  At this point, I would put a brief stop (at least) to BF.  I don’t know what sounds worse, DD biting down on nipples or complete engorgement.  But yes, I believe these would be signs to point me towards beginning the weaning process and get started on some…wait for it…formula!!!

Eight weeks to go!

Just splurged a little on this fancy little number for baby girl:

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25 weeks, 5 days – Bébé is Size of a Napa Cabbage – and the Parenthood series finale…

Moving right along.  25 weeks.  I can’t believe I am almost into the third trimester!  Still doing good on the anti-nausea front.  Not going to say too much because I don’t want to jinx it.

I was pretty motivated yesterday, and scheduled a whole slew of things!  I scheduled a tour of the birthing ward at the hospital we will be delivering at.  They just renovated everything in the past year, and everything is state-of-the-art.  I’m pretty excited to check it out.  Even better, I learned that they offer in-room spa services!  WHAT?!  Oh yes, you can schedule a manicure or pedicure during your stay!  I told Mike and his response was, “Sounds like this is going to be an expensive trip”….hahaha, no kidding.  Expensive trip, expensive kid…goodbye vacations and nice Anthropologie clothes for mama.

I also scheduled us for an accelerated birthing class.  It is on a Saturday from 9 until 5.  I told Mike this and his response was, “WHAT?  8 hours?!”  He was partly joking.  I am not a fan of sitting somewhere for 8 hours, either.  But it was either that or three weeks of Tuesday/ Wednesday night classes, and we would never make the class in time since it is at a different location.  They will let us leave for lunch, at least.  And the lady told me to dress comfortably and to bring 4 large pillows.  Can’t wait!  🙂    As long as I don’t have to sit in a chair for 8 hours, I will be okay.  Just lay me out on the floor, and I will pay attention.

And finally, I scheduled the glucose test ::cringe:: for next Saturday.  Fingers crossed I don’t vomit and they let me take my time drinking it, and I can drink it in peace.  I have to be there at 7 a.m., so I’m going to ask if they have a room with a bed after I drink the sugar drink, hahaha!   I told Mike he didn’t have to join me for this appointment, since I will have to sit there for an hour or two before they can draw my blood.  Fun times.  I think we are going to be pretty busy with our weekends up until baby girl is born!

I watched the series finale of Parenthood last night.  It was a great ending, in my opinion.  It makes such a difference when the creators of the show are actually aware that it is their last season and have enough time to prep a proper ending for the show.  So many shows find out mid-season that it will be their last season, so there is no closure for the viewers.  I feel as though they packed A LOT into one hour, but I was still happy with the outcome and future montage that they played to show where everyone ended up in life.  Lots of tears.  I’m not going to post any spoilers here for those of you who may not have seen it yet.  But it’s amazing.  I keep telling myself that the show is not real, and that they are not a real family.  But something inside of me really wants that kind of family!  The love they show to each other seemed so genuine.  And even the anger, since they obviously weren’t perfect.  I just want the same for our little family.  I hope that we can have that.  I hope I’m a good mom.  I really do.  Oh, and the music in the final episode WAS AMAZING.  Here is my favorite song (the intro Bob Dylan song, performed by Rhiannon Giddens and Iron & Wine) is perfection:   http://youtu.be/KHMlZxG339Y

Oh, and a good post to document the tear-factor of the finale:  http://www.vulture.com/2015/01/parenthood-series-finale-cry-cap-season-6-episode-13.html

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eating:   Pretty much anything at this point aside from the normal haters on my vomit list.  Still loving the Italian ice and have recently had a small obsession with smoothies, thanks to a good friend at work!  Oh, and LITTLE CAESARS!!  I got this for lunch one day earlier this week because I was craving it – yes, just for me.  I’m craving all the foods I loved as a kid!  We would always order Little Caesars pizza and crazy bread when I was allowed to have friends sleep over.  Such good stuff.  Baby girl will probably end up with a gluten allergy.

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drinking: Smoothies, Squirt (I know, weird, right?), and Pepsi

avoiding: Shrimp.  Chicken.  Avocado.

wearing:  Ugh, I’m getting bigger by the day.  I finally bought one of those belly bands from Target so that I could keep wearing my work pants to work without having to buy new pants.  Bought some more Liz Lange maternity tops on clearance.  Had Mike take some photos this morning of me.

I’m concerned about my legs – they keep cramping up in the middle of the night!  Just my calves, really.  I’m afraid I’m going to have to start wearing those hideous circulation stockings that you see all of the old people wearing.  I need a better option!  Has anyone else had this problem before?

And something weird that I noticed.  My skin was always hit-or-miss before pregnancy.  I wouldn’t say that I had acne, but I would break out every now and then on my face, like a 13 year old.  Since I’ve been pregnant ::knock on wood:: my skin has been great!  Definitely not glowing or anything, but clear for the most part.  Still pale as hell.  I’ve heard that the opposite is supposed to happen.  Especially with having a girl, you’d think my hormone levels would double, hence my skin problems would double.  Not the case!  I’ll take it, though!

Stay tuned for my next post – it would be about our adventures in baby-registering!

Here is what 25 weeks looks like.  PS:  My hair is wet from having just gotten out of the shower, it’s not greasy 🙂

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