Minggu, 28 Februari 2010

Staying healthy & hair-free

The other day I went for my weekly acupuncture session. I am so glad I did. My pulses were checked and while my heart and lungs were strong both my liver and spleen pulses were weak. My acupuncturist started the treatment and oh my god it hurt!!


Okay it wasn't this bad.

But I know I needed it. My liver is obviously working hard processing all these hormones and I have often had a congested liver so any support is great at this time when it is really working hard. And since the spleen works with producing more red blood cells it too must be under strain during this very busy time. My body is really working hard and so I am so glad I get to do acupuncture which can help to keep everything in balance and give my organs an energy boost. I've worked too hard and waited too long to get where I am now not to do everything I can to ensure a successful and healthy pregnancy. Though not sure all the chips and cookies are helping.

Still finding it hard to eat normally as the nausea is very strong. All I want to eat are carbs - like chips, rice and crackers. But I am also managing to eat apples and carrots washed down with lots and lots of sparkling water - it's the only thing that really settles my stomach. I have now completely gone off the cookies but moved on to hot chocolate. Actually what I want to eat and drink changes everyday! I can't seem to get a handle on it. The worst is when I think yeah that's what I want and then I eat it and realize NO! That's definitely not what I want!! Anyway hopefully the nausea phase won't last too long.


I got myself waxed for the first time since becoming pregnant. It was well overdue as I was starting to rival a rainforest in terms of overgrowth. I was a bit nervous about it as I've heard you can become more sensitive so the waxing hurts more. But it didn't really hurt more than usual!! Though I wondered if the baby can sense when I am in pain. All those pain messages racing around in my nerves - I wonder if it causes any effect. I know that babies can feel pleasure as the endorphins that are released in your blood stream cross over to the baby too. So do they know when you're in pain? I hope not as I plan to do lots of swimming once it gets warmer and so waxing will be an absolute necessity! Lest I scare people out of the swimming pool when they see a large yeti like creature approaching.

Jumat, 26 Februari 2010

Miserable & Wonderful


It's a good sign, right?
I feel really crappy but also completely and utterly wonderful.

Rabu, 24 Februari 2010

Ad Nauseam

Today I am 6 weeks and 1 day pregnant. The nausea has really kicked in. I never get close to vomiting but it is still really rather unpleasant. Wonderful. But unpleasant. The only thing that takes the nausea away is eating. So I have a lot of small meals all the time. Yes I eat lots of fruit, smoothies, salads and other healthy foods. But I cannot lie. Chocolate chip cookies are the most effective.


In fact Mr. T just walked in and said "Who terrorized the cookies?" Ummm. That would be your pregnant wife. The one who's been lying down pretty much all day, going in and out of sleep. I think I am turning into a sleeping-eating cookie monster.


NUM NUM NUM NUM YUMMY COOKIES!

Annoyingly enough I keep reading websites that say there is no need to pile on the pounds during pregnancy but if I don't eat I feel really sick. I am definitely eating more than I used to because of the nausea and I never ate cookies everyday and now I have at least 4 a day. Oink oink. But as long as I am not vomiting then I am just going to oink oink happily along. And all those holier-than-thou mummy/pregnancy websites can oink off too!


I've started a weekly appointment with my massage therapist (who is also my insanely flexible yoga teacher) and I look forward to it each week with great anticipation. It soothes and calms me so much - it is a real help when it comes to balancing the stress of a heavy week at work along with helping me to make a calm and healthy environment for our mutant tadpole to grow into a strong healthy bubba. She has given me a few safe yoga positions to do at home but has told me not to come to the ashtanga yoga class until I am at least 3 months. I have to say when I do find the energy and the time to do the yoga at home, I feel amazing. I have actually ordered a ton of pregnancy fitness DVDs from Amazon, can't wait till they arrive. However I have had to send them to the UK for my mum to bring over as the Moroccan post still delivers by donkey I think. Seriously. My Granddad sent me a Christmas card on December 8th last year, I received it yesterday.


Ha ha ha I ate your mail!

I have also scheduled a weekly acupuncture appointment and I think with both the massage and the acupuncture I should be able to balance the pressure and stress at work with trying to be a calm and collected pregnant lady. Meditation is the next on my list. Though I still feel too excited for that. For me getting down to meditation is always a bit like the chicken and the egg situation - Do I need to be calm so I can meditate, or do I need to meditate to be calm? Well at least for now, I think I will wait till the nausea/cookie eating extravaganza starts to taper off. It's hard to sit still and think about nothing when you feel like you're about to hurl and even worse when you can hear the cookie jar calling your name.

Senin, 22 Februari 2010

Sombre Regret

About 6 months ago a friend of mine announced her pregnancy on facebook. While I was of course happy for her, it hurt. In truth, I was so jealous. Jealous that she had got pregnant while I was still stuck trying. I haven't seen this friend for many years but we would occasionally contact each other through facebook and when I started this blog she left a wonderful comment about how much she admired my humour and strength and that she was sure this would carry me through to success in the end. I really appreciated this. It meant a lot to me. It made me realize how much I miss actually spending time with her. But it still did not stop me feeling jealous when she announced her pregnancy news.


Last week on facebook she announced it was her due date and that she was waiting for the baby to arrive. Since then I've been waiting for the news of the arrival of her baby. Today I checked her facebook profile to find a note informing everyone that she lost her baby girl. I can't believe this has happened. I am so shocked and utterly devastated for her. I can't imagine what pain she must be in right now. She and her partner are both young and healthy, it was the last thing anyone must have expected. It is simply too awful for words. I shed tears for her today. Although I have not seen my friend in years and I do not know her partner, I feel so very sad for both of them. And. I feel guilty.

I feel guilty for feeling jealous of her pregnancy. For thinking it all came easy for her. For never even saying congratulations when she announced her pregnancy. I am ashamed of this. I should have been better than that. Instead I said nothing.

Today has taught me that we can assume much from the outside and be so utterly wrong. Every woman has her journey and each journey comes with its own joys and heartaches. I have no right to judge from the outside and deem anyone else's journey "easy". This is not the first time I have done this. But it will be the last.

Tonight I will pray that she and her partner receive some comfort in this difficult time and that somehow they come through it in time. There are no words to express the sorrow of losing a child. Instead I light a candle.


A candle in memory of her angel.

Sabtu, 20 Februari 2010

This Blog

When I started this blog it was a way for me to share my story of trying to get pregnant and all the problems we were having. A place for me to rant, to cry, to joke and just well, be the person I was at that moment. Yes I blogged about infertility, so I guess The Pitter-Patter became an infertility blog, but for me it was always just about my story of trying to get pregnant and live my life at the same time. And now that story has begun a new chapter.


From now on I will be blogging about my pregnancy, about my journey to motherhood, about my fears and hopes for the future. It will remain a blog about who I am and what I am feeling in the moment. I plan on documenting every stage including the birth, which God willing, will be in October.


So there may be a few changes to the Pitter-Patter to adapt to this new phase of the journey. But I will keep writing it. And I will keep reading my favourite blogs and hopefully discover new ones on the way. And again I will understand if you decide not to visit anymore. I know this feeling. I have done it with many blogs too. Sometimes it's all just too much. I get it. So if you don't want to hear any pregnant lady stuff, please don't read on. Instead I send you a hug in solidarity. Always.


Still reading? Then welcome to the next phase of the Pitter-Patter. A blog that now finally has it's own baby ticker - OMG! How long did I dream of having a mutant tadpole floating in the corner of my screen? A. Long. Time. So get ready for tales of nausea, sore boobs and hormonal arguments with Mr. T. This is going to be fun! No. Seriously. It is. Get ready for posts about scans, baby development, birth plans and spreading the news. This is what I have wanted for so so so long. And now finally I'm living it. It's actually happening and I am going to make the most out of it. And live every moment. I deserve it.

Kamis, 18 Februari 2010

Mr. T's Post II



Hey guys,

Here I am again. Hijacking my wife's blog for the second time. First of all, thank you all for your lovely comments since Clare went online with our story. I must say it really hasn't sunk in yet. I'm the 'glass-is-half-empty' type of guy, so I'm always preparing for the worst and I'm quite nervous during this first trimester.

Half full or half empty?

I remember about two years ago when I spoke to a doctor in Holland telling me I didn't have a chance at having a baby naturally and that I should really start thinking about IVF or ICSI. Things did look bad with 95% of sperm not moving and 5% moving slow, 87% abnormal looking sperm, etc.

Then there was the London Clinic doc who didn't even think an improvement from 0% fast moving sperm to 40% was impressive and kept on promoting ICSI. You could see the dollar signs in his eyes. Or Sterling rather.

Anyway, it wasn't until a bright urologist in Morocco noticed I had a varicocele that things actually started to make sense, and change. And luckily, thanks to God we have made it. Well, at least, this far (I know what you're thinking - CHEER UP MR.T, STOP WITH THE NEGATIVE VIBES!......... meh).

Anyway, since there are a few among you who suffer from the same problem, I thought I'd write about what I did to make it better. Now believe me, if you're the type who thinks it won't help anyway, I am the worst when it comes to stuff like that, I never believed it would happen. Still don't, I don't believe stuff until it actually HAS happened.

I read all the internet sites that had info about bad sperm and how to improve it, and I tried it all despite not believing it. But enough of that, here's what I did and apparently it worked.

First of all, before you waste any more time, go get checked for a varicocele. I had a grade III and the heat was killing off the sperm. This thing can be solved quite easily and quickly, but you need at least 6 months to allow improvement. While waiting, I slept with an ice pack on the family jewels, each night. It's a regular pack used for sport injuries and it usually stays frozen cold for 1.5 hours. It's not the most comfortable thing to do, but it doubled my sperm from 16 million to 36 million per ml! Make sure you place it perfectly too, positioning is everything. A cold ass won't do much for your soldiers.

I took up sports, 3x a week for an hour. Mine was lots of cardio and weight lifting. I'm not sure the weight lifting was a good thing to do, but that's what I did.

I never smoked and I don't drink, so that was an easy part.

But I think the best thing I did was the supplements I took. My MIL was a great support. She took her time out to study the problem from a nutritional point of view and supplied me with Zinc, Arginine, Carnitine, Pomegranate Seeds, Ginseng, Selenium, Fish Oil and Multi-Vitamins.

And that's basically what made it better I guess. Three IUI's later, one little sperm made it through and here we are, patiently waiting.

If you are diagnosed with the same kind of problem, don't think these doctors know it all. Every body is different and there are no set guidelines for these problems. There are crackheads who get pregnant and have good sperm. Hell, I know an overly obese guy who smokes and eats the worst diet and has 3 healthy kids, produced in three years straight. So I would say, try absolutely everything you can before looking at different options, and never ever be discouraged. No matter how difficult or impossible it might seem. I was there, not too long ago. And now we actually got to phase one. Amazing!

Hopefully coming soon. A mini Mr. T. Or Miss.

Selasa, 16 Februari 2010

A HypnoBirthing c-section story

Jennifer & Alessandro took my classes in November 2009 at Babies by the Sea Boutique. Here is their birth story:

Hi Carol,

I hope you are doing well!

Luca finally made it into the world 15 days late! In fact, my water broke and I went into labor on my own on the 23rd of January, shortly after our email conversation. The labor was amazing... we started active labor around 5pm and labored at home for about 9 hours. Around 2am we decided it was time to go to the hospital. The labor continued there where we used a combination of our HypnoBirthing breathing techniques, light touch massage, the birthing ball, the shower and walking the halls to move through it. The whole time I felt very much in harmony with my body and what was taking place.

A slight turn of events took place after about 15 hours when Dr Biter checked me- I was only dialated to about 5 cm and my contractions, while intense, were starting to come further and further apart. This was a bit of a set back as I was really feeling like I was going through transition and thought for sure I was going to be pushing in no time.

At that point we decided to start a small amount of pitocin to see if it would move things along, as we were still trying to achieve a vaginal birth. I was able to dialate to about 9cm, but at that point we had hit the 24 hour mark since my water had been broken and for some reason Luca was not engaging in my pelvis. Dr Biter could actually push Luca's head back inside me, which made us think there was something preventing him from being able to descend properly.

So it was at that point that we decided a c-section would be necessary for Luca to be born in a safe way. We discovered that he did have the cord wrapped several times around his neck, which could have been the reason he was unable to move through the birth canal. Going into this, I never envisioned that I would have a c-section, especially as we went to such great lengths to prepare for a completely different type of birth. But after working through all the possiblities with Dr Biter, we came to peace with the fact that this was how Luca was meant to be born. And we felt good knowing that we had tried everything we could to have the natural birth that we had planned. It was a humbling and surreal experience, but we had amazing people by our side who made all the difference in the world.

So at 4:15 on January 24, Luca was born by cesarian section- a big healthy boy weighing in at 8 pounds 11 ounces and 21.5 inches long. We were so happy to finally meet him and have been on cloud 9 ever since.

And I wanted to thank you for helping us prepare for our birth. Even though it didn't go how we had planned, we still feel like we got to experience an amazing labor and birth, which in the end is what it's all about. I wouldn't change one thing about it and will be going for the VBAC the next time around!

All the best!!

Jennifer

Congratulations on your birth! I'm sorry it didn't go as planned. I'm glad that you were still able to have a positive birth experience using your HypnoBirthing techniques. That's one great thing about HypnoBirthing---even when things don't happen the way that we hope, the techniques can allow the birth experience to still be a positive one. The information learned in HypnoBirthing classes allows parents to know their options, to weigh out whether or not the medical interventions being suggested are truly medically necessary or are being suggested to "move things along". Sometimes we can have our idea of the "perfect" birth, but our babies know they need something different. In Luca's case, it seems he knew it was best for him to arrive via c-section.

Take care & enjoy your babymoon! Thanks for allowing me to share your story.

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Sabtu, 13 Februari 2010

Never Forget

I will never forget what infertility feels like. I will never forget the heartache. I will never forget the tears. I will never forget the desperation. I will never forget what it feels like to lose hope. I will never forget the stab in your heart when your hear someone else's pregnancy news. Pregnancy news that should have been yours.


I will always remember that while I have been lucky enough to finally get my pregnancy news, to finally be closer to hearing those pitter-patters, there are others who are still waiting. Others who have been waiting far longer. Others who have been through so much more. Infertility is a bitch. It is a mean cold bitch. And I wish no one the misfortune of experiencing it. But. For whatever pain infertility has brought me, it has brought me so many new friends whose support and care have meant so much, and indeed has kept me sane throughout this time in my life. I hope I can do the same for some of you. I will continue to follow your stories, give support and send my love. Indeed I hope and pray that infertility chokes on its own bitterness, jumps out your window and gets hit by a truck.


But. I will understand if you do not visit my blog anymore. I know how hard it is to hear someone's else pregnancy updates. There are days when no matter how happy you are for that person, you cannot deal with hearing about scans, baby tickers and nausea. Been there. I still don't know how I am going to adapt my blog or how I want to write about the next phase of my journey. For now all I want to say is thank you. Thank you to all the people who have read this blog, who have commented, who have followed. You made this last year so much less terrible and so much less scary. You gave me hope and strength. And you were here when I got the best news I could have ever wished for. Thank you. YOU. Yes you.

And thank you to Jessica, Rebecca, Triumph & Christina for my beautiful blogger award. Another way we support and encourage each other. And here's to passing that blog love on.


The Rules:

*Thank the person who nominated you and link to their blog.
*Copy the award and paste it to your blog.
*Tell us 7 interesting facts about yourself.
*Nominate 7 bloggers that you love and link to their blog.

7 Interesting Facts About Me
1. I grew up on a boat.
2. I've swam with reef sharks.
3. I speak Chinese.
4. I intend to adopt one day.
5. I met my husband at his concert.
6. I have a pierced belly button.
7. It took me 2 years, 1 varicocele embolization, 3 IUIs & 3 men to get me pregnant. Let me clarify the 3 men bit - Mr. T, Dr. B & Aziz the sperm lab guy.

7 Beautiful Bloggers who more than deserve this award:

Kamis, 11 Februari 2010

Wise Words

There's so much I need to write about. So many emotions. So many questions. So much to say to all of you. But I received such an amazing email from a dear friend today. The wisdom and care in her words brought tears to my eyes and I knew that I just had to share it with you all. So for now I will just leave you with her words and wait to share mine later.


I just wanted to write to you properly to say congratulations again. I was so sure that this was going to happen for you and T and I'm really excited... You know, our babies are going to have more or less the same age difference as us. I'm now going to offer the only I advice I will ever give because, let me assure you, you are soon going to get really really really fed up of hearing unsolicited advice from other people. So, my number one all time piece of advice (which a friend also gave me at the beginning of my pregnancy) is to stop listening to anyone's advice except people who you really trust and who you know are on the same wave length as you (and maybe not even them). This is the most emotionally vulnerable time you'll ever go through and it's really easy for people to guilt trip or headf**k you into thinking you are doing something wrong, and believe me, EVERYONE has opinions on motherhood. I don't even want to tell you about what people here have to say about home birth, which is what we're planning... let alone the idea of using cloth nappies... and a million other things that we are doing differently to them and which obviously freaks then out. (People really don't seem to like if if you do anything too natural that flies in the face of western medicine). Even things like "You shouldn't eat spicy food" (uh-huh, so that's how India became overpopulated) or "What do you mean you don't drink half a liter of milk a day" (Ditto China). This hilarious book I have says that the best tactic now and after the baby is born too is just to make a placid face like a cow and nod and say "You might be right" and then change the subject and do whatever the hell you want to do. Don't let other people's doubts become yours. And remember that if the little creature is OK there's not much that can shake him or her out of there. Half the women in the world still give birth in the fields practically.

So shut your ears and focus on you and T and little proto-creature. Other than that, I'd say definitely get What to Expect When You're Expecting, there's a quite recent British edition, and it's funny and very informative and presents all sides of all arguments and has lots of useful pragmatic advice. I know you already have Ina May's book, which is amazing. And just enjoy it all... It's such a beautiful time. So that's the end of my advice. But if there's anything else you ever want to ask me about, you know I'm here.

Everything with us is great. I am beginning to feel a bit like a walrus, soon to graduate to a whale. Like both these animals, I am at least graceful in the water - I've taken up swimming classes as I've been forbidden from running (same reason as you and power yoga) and it's fabulous. Take good care of yourself and just breathe deep and think of all the wonderful things ahead.

PS I didn't have much nausea but when I did fresh ginger grated into hot water totally saved me. When I was out, rooiboos chai tea bags were almost as good.

Senin, 08 Februari 2010

I AM PREGNANT



Yes it would seem so. That's what my Dr. tells me anyway. Still having a hard time believing I AM PREGNANT. This morning when I went to the toilet there was some brownish/redish CM which freaked me out. We rushed to the clinic early in the morning and had my blood drawn. The lab guy saw my positive urine tests and was like "you are pregnant." But I really wanted it confirmed by a blood test. Then I rushed to the office and carried on as if everything was normal. I took it a bit easier today but still had loads to do which distracted me from the waiting.

The call came this afternoon. Mr. T took it. Then called me at work. Hey pregnant lady, he said. Really? Really? Yes babe you're pregnant. What are my numbers? Umm, I don't really understand all that stuff, I'll pick up the results and bring them to you. I put the phone down. I AM PREGNANT. It actually happened. It's true now. There's no denying it. I AM PREGNANT. I can't believe it. Two years, one varicocele embolization & three IUIs later. I AM PREGNANT. 

I ripped open the results letter from the lab. My beta is 167.3 - I AM PREGNANT. Holy cow! It's a high result too! I AM PREGNANT. I need to keep saying this to myself. When I will actually start believing this I don't know. But until it sinks in, I will just keep repeating it. I AM PREGNANT. 4 weeks pregnant.


What woman has boobs like this? They're virtually pointing upwards.

We went to see Dr.B. He was very happy and smiling. He said he wanted to scan me just to check my endometrium and ovaries. I was a bit nervous as I read that there has been no actual research done to show that ultrasound scanning has no affect on the embryo and there are some worrying questions surrounding this. But Dr. B assured me all was safe and that since it has been so difficult for us to get pregnant he wanted to make sure that this pregnancy is very secure. So I went in for the scan. Immediately we saw that I had a corpus luteum cyst. Dr. B said it was nothing to worry about, but sometimes it can mean that I might not produce enough progesterone to maintain the pregnancy so he has prescribed progesterone pessaries for the next 15 days. He said this would also help me relax at night and hopefully get some sleep! Then we saw the gestational sac. OMG. I AM PREGNANT. It was just a little black dot on the screen. Mr. T was like "How does he distinguish this little back dot from all the other little black dots on the screen?" But it was there. A gestational sac. The beginnings of our baby. Our baby. That sounds so strange to say. For a long time I had believed it was never going to happen. And now. Now. I AM PREGNANT.

Before I try and get some very much needed sleep (I had about 4 hours last night) I just wanted to say thank you for all your lovely comments and your words of comfort and reassurance. I know I went into panic mode last night - but I will get it all into perspective (once I start believing that I am actually pregnant) and figure out the work thing too. Someway, somehow, it will all work out. It has to. Because. I AM PREGNANT.

Minggu, 07 Februari 2010

Terrified

Okay so I got my BFP. But I am finding it hard to celebrate. I was at first completely head over heels excited. But now. Now I am terrified that something I do is going to make me lose it. It is so early and everything seems so delicate and so unsure. I am terrified that as I write this now it is already all over before it has really begun. I did test again this morning and it was positive. You see it looks good right:


But then things got complicated. I had to go to work today. I just accepted a new job - yes on the day I found out I am probably pregnant. I have so many conflicting emotions about it. Anyway I obviously couldn't tell my boss and she just heaped so much stuff on to me, I started to feel overwhelmed and that maybe I had made the wrong decision. The baby comes first. But this is a good opportunity. So I felt very stressed today - which is not what I am meant to be doing. I should be relaxing and chilling. And now I am worried that the stress from today will have affected our little apple seed if it is still there. 

I know I probably sound a bit mental. But it has been a very intense day. Found out I'm most likely pregnant. Start new job. Run around all day. Get home late. Can't sleep. Not exactly the way I imagined it all. I go into get my blood test done tomorrow morning - which I have to squeeze in between important meetings (God knows how I am going to do it). And I am terrified. Terrified that it will already be over.

Jumat, 05 Februari 2010

Oh My God

Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God

Oh. My. God.

There is an unmistakable second line. Two pink lines. Yes it is much fainter than the control, just a very pale pink line. But. It. Is. There.

There is no denying it. Even though we can't quite believe it ourselves. And Mr. T is checking it and checking it and checking it. And questioning and questioning. He doesn't quite believe it. I am excited and smiling. He is telling me to calm down, to not get excited as I will be so upset when this all turns out to be nothing. I tell him to shut up. I tell him I am not celebrating being pregnant. Just a second pink line. I've never had one before. Never seen one before. This is a very very big deal. So while I just can't stop smiling, he is actually online now researching the manufacturer of the pregnancy test to find out how reliable they are. No joke.

IMPORTANT NOTICE: Any family & IRL friends reading this blog, we would appreciate it if you did not tell anyone else about this (including close family members and other friends) until we know for sure what is going on. We don't want people calling us up and saying anything before the time is right and we know what is happening.

I am 12dpiui. I wasn't going to test till Sunday. But. We came home late tonight after a dinner out and I just had a feeling that I wanted to. Mr. T saw me go for the paper cup and immediately said "No babe, don't do this to yourself, don't ruin our weekend together." I said I won't I'm just getting it ready for Sunday. Such a bare-faced lie. I went straight in the bathroom and POASed. I waited a few moments and saw something form and then walked out the bathroom cos I couldn't watch it fade into nothing. Mr. T said again, "I really don't want you to take the test until after our weekend together." Okay, I said, lying again. I went back into the bathroom looked at the test, and gasped. I walked out. " So you don't want me to take the test?" I asked innocently. "No" he replied firmly. "So you don't want to know that I think the test I just took is positive?"

The next 5 minutes was spent inspecting the test to make sure we were not imagining it. Mr. T kept closing his eyes and opening them again to make sure the line was really there and that it was obviously visible. No denying it. He asked me question after question. Did I take the test right? How many days has it been? What is HCG and do I produce it normally? I feel like I have just been interrogated by the gestapo. I just told him to back off and leave me be and that I will re-test tomorrow. And then we'll go out and buy more tests and do those too. And on Monday we will do a blood test to know definitively. Until then I will just keep staring at my 2nd pink line. I know it's a bit blurry, but I think if you look really hard you might see it too?

Kamis, 04 Februari 2010

Pregnancy Symptomology (AKA The crazy train)


Sore boobs? Yes. 


 I know this because I check every hour. They feel sore and tender. Or maybe that's because of all the checking.

Higher temp than usual? Umm... not really sure.



Nausea? Yes. One wave yesterday before lunch and two more today. No vomiting, just nauseous. Always before eating.


Was it something I ate? Was I just really hungry? Or was it? Is it? Could it be?

Selasa, 02 Februari 2010

A HypnoBirthing story for a 3rd baby

Christina & Simon took my HypnoBirthing classes in November 2009 at Babies by the Sea Boutique. Christina's previous births were vaginal but traumatic & long. They both found the classes to be calming & helpful during Christina's pregnancy. They birthed at Scripps Encinitas Hospital with the help of Dr. Capetenakis/Dr. Cap, partner of Dr. Biter, and Christina's friend & doula, Donna Hooyen.

Birth story- Brodie Louis

Sorry it’s choppy and written badly! I copied notes from my phone that I had been keeping then tried to re-write it the best I could with three boys in the house.

Tuesday, December 8th – We had Rubio’s for dinner, while eating I started feeling constant back aches then started having contractions for three hours about 15 minutes apart. I decided to go to bed after they slowed down. I was able to sleep.

Wednesday, December 9th- woke up at 7 with contractions, started timing them around 7:30, I called my mom and doula to give them a heads up. Contractions were 8-9 minutes apart. Donna, my doula, said Simon, my husband, should come home to be with me and the boys. My Mom was already at my house and made food and helped with the boys all day. Simon worked from home and ran errands for things we needed. Contractions started getting painful in the front and back mid-morning. I took a walk around our neighborhood with my mom and kids around 11, contractions were more intense on the walk. Relaxed all day, called Dr. Cap at 2:30pm, he said to rest, drink fluids, eat, continue to do what Donna said to do. He said there was no need to be checked and if the contractions hold at this pattern, I might want to take an ambien to sleep and restart the system if that’s what my body needed. I didn't time the contractions all day as I didn’t want to dwell on it, some felt further apart towards the end of the day. I had more intense contractions at night but took the ambien before 9pm and was out like a light. I woke up at midnight and Simon had to help me to get to the restroom, I was so out of it. Apparently, he had brought Bennett (our extremely loud 2 year old) into our room around 9:15pm to give him a bath and say goodnight to me and I didn’t hear a peep.

Thursday, December 10th- woke up at 3am to contractions, noticed they were about 6 minutes apart so I started timing them around 5:30am- they were at 6-7 minutes and then started growing to 8-10 minutes apart but seemed to be more intense. I texted my mom and Donna at 6:45am- my mom called right after I texted her and said she was coming up to the house, Donna said we’re just waiting to kick into active labor (5 minutes apart) and out of early labor which is what had been going on, she explained the benefits of going slow (getting Brodie and me ready at a nice pace, increasing the endorphins). Then around 10:00am the contractions started getting weaker. Just as they started to die down, Dr Cap’s office called to check in on me. I told the nurse what had been going on and she put me on hold to relay the information to Dr. Cap. He then said he wanted me to come in to be checked and to check on Brodie after a day and a half of contractions. We arrived at the office at 11:15am. Dr Cap checked and I was a little disappointed to hear that I was still at 2cm! (This is what I was at the week before) He said he could try and stretch me if I wanted or we could leave things be and let nature take its course, we decided to leave things be. I ended up crying at the end of the appointment and I started to get discouraged. After we got home, I took a shower and slept for two hours. At that point, the contractions were almost completely gone. I called Donna when I woke up and voiced my concerns and discouragement. She explained the contractions did and were doing something, and it’s not just my cervix that needs to get ready, I began to feel better. Both Simon and my mom were working from the house and Hunter went with my dad for the day. Just as my mom put Bennett down for a nap, I got up and she made me some lunch. After an uneventful afternoon, Hunter came home and my parents left for their Christmas parties. I ended up cleaning up the house a little bit while Simon and Hunter played Wii. I called Donna again and she suggested Simon and I get away just the two of us, do something relaxing and quiet. My brother’s girlfriend came over after dinner and watched the boys while Simon and I went to Starbucks. We sat and drank decaf coffee and chatted for about an hour before heading home. After the kids went to bed, Simon lit candles, put on some soft music and gave me a massage. He then read some HypnoBirthing scripts to me, turned on my Rainbow Relaxation CD (as we did every night) and I fell asleep around 10:30pm. I woke up quite often that night and had a really hard time getting out of bed on my own.

Friday, December 11th- I was able to sleep in till 10:00am, woke up to no contractions. I went into the Dr’s office around 11:00am to leave a urine sample (which I forgot to do the previous day and to be checked for an UTI). I had an acupuncture appointment at 12:30pm and started having a few Braxton hicks contractions shortly after the appointment began. The contractions stopped and I cleaned up the house a bit, did laundry then went to dinner with my parents, Simon and the kids. We went to an Italian restaurant and I had an eggplant entrée, recommended by my acupuncturist. I then had one very strong contraction in the car on the way home and started feeling a little sick to my stomach. Around 8:30pm I had three contractions, and then they stopped. Shortly after that, I was feeling a lot of extreme pressure very low. I broke down shortly before going to bed so Simon did some light touch massage and we listened to the Rainbow Relaxation CD just before going to bed. I had a few contractions that night but was able to go back to sleep albeit a very anxious sleep.

Saturday, December 12th-Woke up around 8:45am and listened to the HypnoBirthing Birth Affirmations portion of my CD. I called my mom and Donna to update them on my morning and then my friend/neighbor and her daughter came over to play for a little bit. I felt very emotional and tired and did not want Simon to leave the house. I felt like I wasn’t able to take care of the kids on my own. I started having thoughts of my mom and Simon having to go back to work soon and was feeling a little bit of pressure from them (I’m sure it wasn’t intentional) since they had been away from their respective offices for days at this point. I was worried about taking care of the kids and how I would deal with them if I did start labor quickly with no one around. I ended up sitting on the couch with some tea, relaxing while Simon got some work done upstairs and the boys played in the playroom. I put Bennett down for a nap and then took a 20 minute nap myself. My mom came up and took Hunter shopping, Simon went into the office and I watched TV. When my mom returned, she made me some eggs and we talked for a little while before she went home. I thought Bennett was awake so I went to get him up from his nap but he wasn’t fully awake when I got him out of his crib. He was very clingy and ended up falling asleep on my chest on the couch for a little over 15 minutes. It was such a warming feeling. I decided to go over the HypnoBirthing class information while the boys were playing with Simon in the playroom and that’s when I realized that I needed to hear the Balloon script. I felt like I was holding onto feelings which were preventing my labor from starting. I started thinking about what possible fears and thoughts I could be holding onto and came up with quite a few. I was physically ready for Brodie but I wasn’t quite emotionally or mentally ready for some reason. I felt bad for Bennett for being so young still; I was but wasn’t ready to be up all night and hadn’t thought about nursing a new baby yet. I selfishly wanted more time but I knew he was ready, my body was ready and it was “time” for him to be here. I began to swell pretty badly (which started a few days ago at this point) so after talking to Donna, I sent Simon out to Walgreen’s to get some Epsom Salt. He came back with a candy bar and two cartons of salt. I ate my candy bar while sitting on the birth ball and finished going over the HypnoBirthing information. I then went upstairs and soaked in the salt bath and thought of these fears I was having- I decided to change these fears into thoughts about how Brodie was meant to be here and how I am ready physically, emotionally, material wise and how his presence has made Simon and my marriage and relationship stronger and how he has opened up our lives to new and exciting things, people and experiences.

Sunday, December 13th-Woke up at 1:30am with bad acid reflux and continued to wake up every hour after that. I was up for the day at 9:30am but stayed in bed till 10:30am. I ate some breakfast then we all jumped in the car. We drove to Downtown Encinitas and took the boys on a walk down 2nd Street. We all came home, I ate a spicy burrito and drank some coffee, and we all watched the Chargers game. During the game, I noticed that Brodie wasn’t moving a lot so I rested on my left side on the couch while playing on the computer. I then noticed a cold sensation across my entire abdomen. I decided to take a shower to relax and realized that my belly was extremely low. After my shower, I hung out with the boys for a little over 4 hours while Simon went into the store. I just about went crazy! I didn’t have a single contraction all day and then they started up while Simon was away. By 8:00pm, I was shaking. I couldn’t tell if it was from the contractions and the pressure or if it was from being with the kids. I started timing them as soon as Simon returned home and they were 10-13 minutes apart. I was sure labor was about to start so I called my mom and my aunt Jacquie (who was planning on watching the kids). I decided to wait an hour and then update them again. An hour went by and I told them to stay put and I would call them if they got any closer together. By 11:00pm, the contractions started slowing down again. Simon read the balloon script again before I went to bed and then worked in the dark bedroom on his computer while I attempted to go to sleep. I was having really bad heartburn, it was very hard to sleep.

Monday, December 14th-I ended up waking up at 7:10am due to an appointment I had with Dr Cap. My mom came up and took me to my appointment which was at 8:30am. We found out that Dr Cap was out sick so I would be seeing Dr Biter. We waited around but Dr Biter was at a delivery so the office girls said they would call my cell phone when he was on his way back to the office. My mom and I went to Einstein’s and I got a Bagel sandwich with egg and cheese. She got Wahoo’s but I didn’t want to eat Mexican food for some reason. We then walked around Target but decided we didn’t need anything so we headed home. I spend some time with the kids before Simon took them to the office with him to get a few things done and get them lunch. My mom and I went to Trader Joe’s to get groceries and just as we were about to check out, the Dr’s office called. We grabbed the last few things we needed and checked out as fast as we could- bagging our own groceries because it was so busy! I stayed in the car while Simon and my mom unloaded the car and then my mom and I were off to see Dr Biter. He ended up checking me and I was at 5cm! While checking me, my water broke and flooded the exam room!! There was so much fluid that it wouldn’t stop. I was trying to clean up to leave the office and my mom and I ended up laughing so hard that I then started peeing. I couldn’t tell if it was fluid or pee, which made us laugh even harder! Dr Biter was pretty positive we would be having a baby by the end of the day/night and we talked about when to go to the hospital and when to call him. We cleaned up as much as we could- me and the room and then headed home. I called Simon right when we got in the car and told him what had happened. He immediately got that smile in his voice and the excitement began! We called my dad, Jacquie, Donna and then I texted the few people I was updating over the past few days (like my sister, brothers, close friends). Jacquie, Donna and my dad all seemed to arrive around the same time- which was about 4:30pm. My dad stayed for a few hours then took Hunter to stay the night with him. After getting home, I took a shower and waited for everyone to arrive and for things to start. My mom made eggs for everyone (yes, her eggs are delicious) and the contractions started getting regular. I spent most of my time upstairs in my dim bedroom on the birth ball. I was relaxed, confident and happy it was time! Simon was downstairs with Bennett early on and Donna and my mom stayed with me upstairs, keeping me relaxed with light touch massage and positive comments. Donna noticed my belly was really far out/forward and really low so she climbed up in the garage and grabbed a bolt of my fabric. Simon was thrilled that all the fabric I was storing was getting some use. She cut a large piece off and tied it around my belly to keep Brodie more “inward”. I was still leaking quite a bit so I tucked a towel in under the fabric and we were all joking around- saying I looked like a Sumo Wrestler. Laboring at home was the most normal feeling thing ever. I really enjoyed being around my family and the kids. I continued to labor in my room, coming downstairs a few times to snack and visit with everyone. I started to feel like I had to concentrate more around 8:00pm. I decided I was comfortable enough to stay home just a little while longer and say goodnight to Bennett. Simon brought Bennett upstairs around 8:45pm and gave him a bath in our bathroom. I was able to get up between contractions and put Bennett to bed (Simon stayed close to the door in case I needed him). Right after putting him to bed, Simon called our neighbor, Camille, and she came over to sleep on the couch while Bennett was sleeping. Simon took our car, I went with my mom, Donna drove her car and Jacquie followed up the rear. On the way to the hospital, I noticed my contractions had slowed down after getting in the car. I remembered learning in my HypnoBirthing class that this does happen so I didn’t worry too much about it. I wasn’t timing my contractions at home (Donna, Simon and my mom were) so I wasn’t positive about how far apart they were at this point anyway. I believe they were around 5 minutes apart before we left. We parked at the hospital and I decided to walk across the parking lot and into the hospital. About half way there, I realized how cold it was outside and how I should have let them drive me to the door. We were buzzed into Labor and Delivery and we walked to the check in desk. I got frustrated when they couldn’t find my pre-registration packet but shortly after those feeling of frustration hit me, I decided to let it all go. Eventually they found my information and Simon asked that we get a nurse that was experienced with natural birthing. They ended up giving us the charge nurse, Lydia. Little did I know just then how wonderful this little handed woman would be.
Lydia took us down the hallway into our room. I was hooked up to the monitors and sat on the bed then the birthing ball while being monitored and while Lydia asked me a bunch of questions. I remember thinking- I wrote all these answers in my pre-registration papers, why do I have to answer them again? Luckily, I was relaxed and comfortable enough that it didn’t bug me too much. The baby looked great, I did a really good job of not looking at the monitor and reading my contractions (or trying to time or see how far apart they were, I think I looked at the monitor once or twice the entire labor). It was really freeing… not being stuck in bed, not being so bored and confined so that that my wandering eyes peered over to the monitors to see how “big and strong” that last contraction was or how baby’s heart rate was doing, like I did in my last two births. In fact, I didn’t time or pay attention to a single contraction once Donna arrived at the house earlier that day. Lydia finished her round of questions and then it was time to check me, the required admission check. It wasn’t a big deal until it began. This wonderful, albeit little handed, nurse did not make the process of “checks” and easy one. Her outer fingers/knuckles would bang against my pubic bones and man, did that hurt! Yes, hurt. I then learned that I was 5 centimeters. The lights were dimmed and we were left alone for about a half an hour and during that time, Dr Cap called my cell phone and left me a message (which I didn’t hear for a few more hours). I hope I can keep that message forever cause it’s the most positive, uplifting message I have ever heard. He encouraged me to stay positive, take a walk, keep relaxing… and mentioned how excited he was to help catch our 3rd baby boy. Simon was also conversing with Susie (our wedding photographer and friend that was going to take pictures of the birth process) about when to come and where to go. Jacquie then told me that Melanie, her daughter and my best friend, was also on her way. Melanie is also a photographer but I had wanted her to be there as family and not as a photographer- she brought her camera anyway. I kept breathing through contractions, mostly sitting on the birthing ball as that was the most comfortable position for me at that time. Donna, my mom and Simon took turns doing light touch massage through each contraction all while telling me how great I was doing. The reassurance and positive words really helped me focus and relax. Simon turned on the instrumental music from the rainbow relaxation CD which helped me relax even more. I didn’t want anything but that playing softly in the background. My mom, Donna and Jacquie went to the cafeteria for some snacks and coffee and brought me back a bagel with cream cheese. After my first bite, Lydia walked back in to let me know that Dr Cap was on call to come in when we needed him and to ask even more questions. I was shocked that she mentioned Dr Cap as I thought he was out sick. I even made her repeat herself and mentioned that I didn’t want him to come in if he was sick! (Turns out he wasn’t contagious, just something he ate). I also didn’t know if it was ok to eat or not so I sat there with the bagel on the bed in front of me and looked at Donna with a little bit of a smile and concern. Lydia then asked me when the last time I ate was… look at the bagel and said “oh, now.” It wasn’t a big deal after all, so I dug back into the bagel which was no longer warm. I didn’t care, I was just hungry! I also kept up with drinking my electrolyte drinks and emptying my bladder. I didn’t seem to have any problems with that as I was hungry, thirsty and boy did it feel good to empty my bladder from time to time. Sitting on the toilet also brought on some pretty intense contractions and I welcomed them knowing we were getting closer and closer. I was still very comfortable, almost like I was in a blur… I remember lots of little things but the entire process seems like it was a dream. I wasn’t aware of all the medical mumbo jumbo, how far dilated I was, what my contractions were doing, etc… I was tuning into my body and listening to my gut and my heart. I remember my husband eating a Snickers bar and joking around with the camera in my face. I remember flipping him the bird with a smile (as a joke) after a contraction ended (we also have that on camera and in print), I remember napping between contractions for a little over an hour, I remember seeing a stack of unwritten Christmas cards on the table next to my bed and only now do I know that Jacquie was writing her Christmas cards throughout the night. I just don’t seem to remember when all those little details happened, like at what time. I just know they happened at some point during this “dream” of mine. It was nearing the next day when Dr Cap arrived. Lydia had checked me once more before his arrival and I only remember this because of her hands! Susie, Melanie, my mom and Jacquie were all trying to get as comfortable as possible and get a short nap in. At that point, I was becoming hot and cold and couldn’t figure out what my body temperature was doing although it didn’t help that the rooms thermostat was horrible! Donna had me walking the room, eating protein bars, drinking fluids, emptying my bladder constantly and squatting. Still, the birth ball was the most comfortable. Lydia, very discreetly, placed the fetal monitor in my mesh panties every once in a while to monitor the baby. I barely knew it was there and I barely knew she was there! Dr Cap checked me again due to my cervix being very posterior and I believe because of how I was or wasn’t progressing. He then told me it was still posterior and I need to help bring the baby down and move the cervix forward. He suggested I get on my hands and knees on the bed and then alternate laying on my sides- left and right. I got on my hands and knees for quite a while, on the bed with a stack of pillows to lean on. I remember really focusing on the music at this point and the position felt really good. After a while though, I needed a change. The bed was getting uncomfortable and my knees were beginning to get sore. After a quick restroom break, I tried lying on my left side. It was shortly after that point that my body started shaking. I became really hot and uncomfortable. The music was still on but I could no longer hear it. My breathing became deeper and louder and I needed even more reassurance and light touch massage. At one point, Jacquie, Melanie, my mom, Simon and Donna were all doing light touch massage on every part of my body. It just wasn’t enough though. I took my shirt and mesh panties off and kept my nursing bra on. Dr Cap asked to check me once more; I allowed him to but quickly told him to “get out”. It wasn’t till much later that I learned he wanted to help by turning the baby’s head. Even if he would have told me that, I probably wouldn’t have allowed it. Having him check me was uncomfortable enough and I knew he didn’t need to be in there any longer than he was just for a check. I can’t remember if it was prior to that check or shortly after but I started pushing. It wasn’t a forceful push; at least it didn’t feel like one. I just remember at one point Dr Cap saying “Chris, it looks like you are pushing. You need to stop pushing. Your cervix will swell…” Apparently, he determined that I was 8 centimeters when he checked me. I did not know how far dilated I was and in my head he was telling me not to push and warning me about the possibility of a swollen cervix because- in my mind- I was almost complete! I thought I was 9-9.5 centimeters. I’m glad I didn’t know where I was at or I would have become even more discouraged that I was about to be. I continued to listen to my body and for some reason; my body was shaking and telling me to push. I continued pushing and breathing down the baby with each contraction and Dr Cap continued to remind me not to push. I became very restless, Lydia was in full scrubs and I overheard her talking about a C-Section that she needed to go to but then she wasn’t in full scrubs anymore and she continued to stay close if not in the room with us. She brought out a bar and attached it to the end of the bed. I gave one attempt at the bar but didn’t give it long enough to get in a comfortable position. I couldn’t get in a comfortable position, period. I was then thrashing around trying to get comfortable on my right side then my left again. I was grabbing onto the side of the bed in pure fear. I was fearful of another contraction and wanted them to stop. Again, I’m so glad I didn’t know how far dilated I was at the last check or I think things would have been much, much worse. The contractions were one on top of another at that point. I had very little to no break in between them. I remember lying on my side but burying my head into the pillows beneath me, I even slobbered on them. My deep breathing sounds started to become higher in pitch but never became a scream or anything that resembled a scream. Dr Cap and Simon were sitting to my right and Donna was sitting to my left. They were all reminding me to keep a deep sound, I can honestly say I was trying with everything I had in me to get that deep sound and it just wasn’t happening. It was shortly after 5:00am when I turned to my husband and Donna and said “I can’t do this anymore”. I said that a few more times then I started asking for an epidural. Dr Cap appeared in the room and I told him I wanted the epidural- now. He told me the anesthesiologist was in a C-Section and I would have to wait another 30 minutes. He, at first, asked if I was sure I wanted to do that then he tried to explain to me what my body was doing. I kept begging for the epidural and apologizing to my husband and Donna (My husband couldn’t believe that I could calmly look at them and say I was sorry during all of this) . I even made Dr Cap promise me that I could get the epidural and it wasn’t too late (again thinking I was close to 10 centimeters). He assured me I could get the epidural but he tried to calmly talk me through what was happening.
I went on begging for the epidural for the next 20 minutes or more. All while trying to fight off the contractions. I had lost focus on the goal and the fact that each contraction was getting me closer to meeting my baby. I begged to get the anesthesiologist out of his surgery and into my room. Dr Cap explained to me that once the C-Section started, he couldn’t leave (which I already knew but I didn’t care). I continued clutching the side of the bed, tensing my body, pushing down- somehow I was still able to breathe down the baby. Half the time (while doing my version of pushing), I would actually feel his head drop down and “pop” forward and that popping feeling was instant pain relief- I was looking for that feeling again and again! I felt like I had total control of what was going on inside my body but my emotions and my outer appearance was unstable, to say the least. I yelled at everyone to stop taking pictures and to stop the video, I felt overwhelmed. I started to think proactively and asked that I be prepped for the epidural so that when the anesthesiologist was done, he could administer the epidural as quickly as possible. I requested the IV and Lydia then turned on the room lights and placed my IV. My mom stepped outside of the room. She had tears in her eyes and couldn’t handle seeing me in pain. Donna suggested I get up and empty my bladder so I wouldn’t have to get a catheter. The idea of getting up and/or going to the restroom sounded really good for some reason. I jumped out of the bed as fast as I could which shocked everyone. I didn’t want to have any more contractions while walking to the restroom but it also felt right, it felt like I needed to do this. I was also thinking that I hadn’t had a bowel movement in 24 hours so I needed to go. Dr Cap stepped outside the door and stood next to my mom. She dialed my dad on her cell phone while Dr Cap looked at her and said “the baby just might be too big”. My mom updated my dad on what was going on and how I wanted the epidural. Simon went into the restroom with me, Donna and Lydia stayed at the door. I was able to have a small bowel movement and empty my bladder but then I felt like I had to go more (another bowel movement). I pushed and pushed but it was stuck. I started to panic, no, freak out, as I looked at my husband and told him that I had a piece of poop stuck in my butt. Donna peeked her head in and I then told her that “I needed someone to pick the poop out of my butt”. Before long, Lydia was also in the bathroom. By then I was begging and pleading with everything I had in me for her to “put a glove on and pick the poop out of my butt”. I repeated myself quite a few times before she put a glove on and reached behind me. I thought she was actually going to pick the poop out of my butt when all of a sudden she said very calmly “that’s baby’s head… get back in the bed”. I didn’t wipe, I ran to the bed while Donna grabbed my IV bag and tried to remind me to slow down, that I had an IV in my arm and was running away without the bag! I remember blood dripping onto the floor and Lydia yelling at the door “BABY’S COMING!!!” Dr Cap and my mom ran back inside the room and Dr Cap quickly put his gloves on. I sat up straight in the bed with my knees bent in a sitting squat position. Dr Cap yelled for the mineral oil and threw it on as quickly as he could. He then directed me to lightly push once. I went from total panic mode (while having the back to back contractions) to being totally attentive, cooperative and calm. I remember thinking that the “ring of fire” feeling was not all that bad… He asked me to stop, Brodie’s head was out, and he was unwrapping the cord from his neck. He then told me to push a tiny bit more and with that, Brodie was born at 5:44am. The cord was also wrapped around his torso like a sash. He was placed directly on my chest immediately after his birth. I didn’t have time to take off my nursing bra like I had planned but I didn’t care. He was very blue and not breathing well so they called in two NICU nurses and took him across the room to the warmer. I was surprisingly calm when they took him but I did start to shake, my whole body was trembling. Donna stayed with me while everyone went with Brodie. His apgar score at first was 7 but then 9 right after. Before he came back to me, we were able to get my nursing bra off so he could be completely skin to skin with me. My doctor was massaging my abdomen and checking me while he was being looked at. No tears but he did think it would be wise for me to get a small amount of pitocin while I delivered the placenta. He asked me if that was ok and honestly, I was so overwhelmed and shocked by what just happened that I trusted him and said yes. I was shaking violently and the nurses brought me warm blankets and juice. During all this, I overheard everyone talking about how big he was.. Then they started making guesses. I heard “10 pounds”… “9 and a half”… I sat there with my jaw wide open in disbelief. They did weigh him since they were already doing his initial newborn “once over” while keeping an eye on him and his breathing. NINE pounds, nine ounces and 21” long. It wasn’t long before they had him back over to me; the NICU nurse brought him over, unwrapped him and placed him on my chest skin to skin. I instantly stopped shaking the second he was placed on me. We laid there for quite a while, no one rushed us, and no one bothered us. We did have a change of nurse but she came in and did her own thing, let us know she was there if we had questions, helped me use the restroom while daddy held Brodie. We started nursing pretty quickly after we sat and bonded together. I just wanted to hold him as close as I could and then when he started licking and opening his mouth, I knew it was time to nurse. His first attempt was perfect. He was a pro already! His initial sugar levels were good but dipped down (not in the danger zone) so the lactation consultant came in and helped me express colostrum. We cup fed Brodie the expressed colostrum and the fourth reading was back up to normal. After getting to our room, we spent the next 24 hours skin to skin and nursing constantly. I was bound and determined to not let jaundice plague us for the third time. Our pediatrician was amazing and very proactive. We had his levels checked at 12 hours and even though they were in the normal range, we got him on a Biliblanket. Nursing continued to go famously and he brought my milk in on day 2. We were able to go home 36 hours after his birth! What an amazing feeling, I couldn’t wait to get home and see the kids. After a few more lab visits, Brodie’s levels peaked on day 3 and well within normal limits. The next day, his levels were back down! I couldn’t believe it, we finally got to bring one of our babies home and stay home! No NICU for Brodie! At 4 days old, Brodie had already passed his birth weight, he weighed in at 9 pounds, 10 ounces.

Thinking back, I remember lots of mothers telling me the last 30 minutes or so of labor was the hardest… one of my friends had told me that she begged and pleaded for a C-Section! As much as I wanted that epidural, I probably wouldn’t have been able to sit still to get it. There’s a reason why the anesthesiologist was not available and why Brodie came so quickly at the end. I wouldn’t change a thing about my birth and I’m so grateful for the knowledge, support and advice we received from HypnoBirthing, my amazing doula and my awesome doctors. My husband told me that he truly believes I was able to birth a 9 pound baby thanks to HypnoBirthing and the amazing care I received. Did I mention I was told I wouldn’t be able to birth a baby over 7 pounds by my first OBGYN? And that I was the first in three generations to not have all C-Sections?
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Thanks, Christina, for sharing your birth story! Continue enjoying your babymoon!

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