I had my 34 week appointment yesterday. It was all of about 5 minutes.
-- Mild scare that maybe I had preeclampsyia (sp?) based on urine sample, but blood pressure was low, so nurse didn't seem concerned and dr. didn't even bring it up.
-- Sienna measuring on track. Heart rate 130. Head still down.
-- Belly button has popped. Not attractive beneath shirts.
-- Swelling of feet has emerged at night. My toes look like little smokies.
-- Sleep is becoming more and more difficult. I get up to pee about 5-10/night, and am constantly trying to find a comfortable position. And, according to my husband, I've taken on a new trait of snoring.
-- Although I don't "love" being pregnant, I remain completely grateful for this miracle, for this opportunity, for this chance to experience pregnancy. I know more than anyone how much I wanted this, dreamed of this, cried myself to sleep longing for this experience. I am thankful.
-- Despite the bullet above, I do not like being a planet. I've gained 4 lbs in the last 2 weeks. Buh-bye nightly DQ Oreo blizzards. I'll miss you. (And I am no longer posting my weight!)
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Third Birthing Class: A bullet list
-- We saw the video last night. You know which one I'm referring to. Yup, that one. I've witnessed the birth of my son. But this was different. This was on a big screen. In high-def.
-- My husband was starving. We had gone through a drive-thru and gotten him a hamburger to eat in the class. The hamburger stayed in the bag the whole class. He had lost his appetite.
-- He told me on the way home that as soon as my legs go vertical, he's leaving the room.
-- Suffice it to say there will be no mirrors of any kind allowed in my delivery room. And all non-essential personnel must stay where I can see them. Nobody's getting a free peek in my room.
-- If you recall from my last post about the first class, the first stage of labor is about 8 hours and not much happens. My husband joked quietly to me that he could get in a round of golf. I raised my hand and asked if it was okay to keep working during that stage of labor. My husband was moritifed. And, by the look on the instructor's face, she was too.
-- Apparently, some women ask to keep their placentas. Some put them in the freezer. Some plant them because they contain a lot of nutrients that help trees and other plants grow. My husband and I decided there is a business opportunity there. We'd pay to purchase all the unwanted placentas from hospitals and start a landscaping business. We'd call it Plantscentas.
-- A cute side story: the other night, Brae and I went for a walk. We came upon an old man standing in his driveway. He was wearing an undershirt and boxers and was barefoot. He was smoking a cigarete. He had long, wild white hair sticking straight in the air. He had a long, straggly white beard. As we passed him, Brae waved and said, "Hi Santa!"
-- My husband was starving. We had gone through a drive-thru and gotten him a hamburger to eat in the class. The hamburger stayed in the bag the whole class. He had lost his appetite.
-- He told me on the way home that as soon as my legs go vertical, he's leaving the room.
-- Suffice it to say there will be no mirrors of any kind allowed in my delivery room. And all non-essential personnel must stay where I can see them. Nobody's getting a free peek in my room.
-- If you recall from my last post about the first class, the first stage of labor is about 8 hours and not much happens. My husband joked quietly to me that he could get in a round of golf. I raised my hand and asked if it was okay to keep working during that stage of labor. My husband was moritifed. And, by the look on the instructor's face, she was too.
-- Apparently, some women ask to keep their placentas. Some put them in the freezer. Some plant them because they contain a lot of nutrients that help trees and other plants grow. My husband and I decided there is a business opportunity there. We'd pay to purchase all the unwanted placentas from hospitals and start a landscaping business. We'd call it Plantscentas.
-- A cute side story: the other night, Brae and I went for a walk. We came upon an old man standing in his driveway. He was wearing an undershirt and boxers and was barefoot. He was smoking a cigarete. He had long, wild white hair sticking straight in the air. He had a long, straggly white beard. As we passed him, Brae waved and said, "Hi Santa!"
Monday, April 18, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
32 Week Appointment
Blessedly uneventful.
Heart rate was 130.
Doctor could feel a contraction. I couldn't. Good thing?
Not leaking any amniotic fluid. All looks in tact.
Have gained a total of 18 lbs. So, about a pound a week. Looks like I will get to that "magic" 25 lb mark after all! (Thank you, Dairy Queen).
My husband referred to this baby, for the first time, as "my daughter." I didn't want to show him how much that meant to me, but I was squealing inside.
Heart rate was 130.
Doctor could feel a contraction. I couldn't. Good thing?
Not leaking any amniotic fluid. All looks in tact.
Have gained a total of 18 lbs. So, about a pound a week. Looks like I will get to that "magic" 25 lb mark after all! (Thank you, Dairy Queen).
My husband referred to this baby, for the first time, as "my daughter." I didn't want to show him how much that meant to me, but I was squealing inside.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
If you've ever miscarried...
And wondered what happened to your baby... this tells you. We have 3 up there. http://www.cbn.com/cbnnews/us/2011/February/Child-Offers-Parents-a-Window-to-Heaven/
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
First Birthing Class: A bullet list
-- There were approximately 10 couples there. We were the only ones that already have a child.
-- All of us are due within weeks of each other. And are all delivering at the same hospital.
-- We watched a video and saw lots of graphics of the female anatomy, pregnant
-- I was the only one who got up to use the bathroom, repeatedly
-- There is a "contraction counter" app available on an iphone. We have a "baby app" on my husband's iphone. It was free. The "contraction counter" is an "advanced" app that costs $3. We don't want to pay $3 for it. We'll use a stopwatch. That's free.
-- The first phase of labor lasts about 8 hours, and not much happens. My husband thinks he can get in a round of golf.
-- The instructor had a life-sized cloth infant that she held up to her belly to simulate a birth.
-- My husband was uncomfortable the entire time.
-- At the end of the night, my husband and I had the following dialogue:
ME: So what did you learn tonight, honey?
HUSBAND: (After a long pause) .... I learned you have a mucus plug in your cervix. ME: You didn't know that?
HUSBAND: I never wanted to know that.
On a related note, you know how every marriage goes through seasons? Right now, my husband and I are in a very sweet, intimate season. No longer nauseated, I feel more like myself. There is a sense of teamwork as we prepare for Sienna's arrival. There is a sense of gratitude for the son we already have, and the precious little time we have left with just him alone. There is a sense of peace that soon, our little family will be complete.
-- All of us are due within weeks of each other. And are all delivering at the same hospital.
-- We watched a video and saw lots of graphics of the female anatomy, pregnant
-- I was the only one who got up to use the bathroom, repeatedly
-- There is a "contraction counter" app available on an iphone. We have a "baby app" on my husband's iphone. It was free. The "contraction counter" is an "advanced" app that costs $3. We don't want to pay $3 for it. We'll use a stopwatch. That's free.
-- The first phase of labor lasts about 8 hours, and not much happens. My husband thinks he can get in a round of golf.
-- The instructor had a life-sized cloth infant that she held up to her belly to simulate a birth.
-- My husband was uncomfortable the entire time.
-- At the end of the night, my husband and I had the following dialogue:
ME: So what did you learn tonight, honey?
HUSBAND: (After a long pause) .... I learned you have a mucus plug in your cervix. ME: You didn't know that?
HUSBAND: I never wanted to know that.
On a related note, you know how every marriage goes through seasons? Right now, my husband and I are in a very sweet, intimate season. No longer nauseated, I feel more like myself. There is a sense of teamwork as we prepare for Sienna's arrival. There is a sense of gratitude for the son we already have, and the precious little time we have left with just him alone. There is a sense of peace that soon, our little family will be complete.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
A very special email
A couple days ago, we received a very special email. It was from the aunt of our son's birthfather. She made this incredible video/music montage for our son. It made us cry. I hope it brings beautiful tears to you, and reveals some of the tenderness we have in our hearts about adoption.
Adoption can be, and is, a very beautiful thing.
(PS-- the last series of photos with Brae at the zoo were taken by Brae's birthfather's side of the family. It was our first visit with him since the day Brae was born. One of my favorite pictures is of Brae on his birthfather's shoulders, with his Daddy (my husband) walking right beside him).
If that is not the ultimate picture of redemption, I don't know what is.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Porky.
Today was my 30 week appointment.
The ultrasound machine was old, but we could tell that Sienna is head down, looking at my pelvis, sunny side up. We still think she is a girl, although she had her legs closed. Modest soul. We got to see her heart beat, and her little lungs move up and down and she breathed. A miracle.
I've gained a total of 16 lbs -- 3 in the last 2 weeks, so I think I'm finally catching up. (My husband's "baby app" on his iphone says the average is 25-35lbs at this point!) Although I'm not there yet, you can call me Porky.
I don't have gestational diabetes. I have the opposite problem. I'm hypoglycemic. My blood sugar levels were below normal. I was not totally surprised by this, as my mom is the same way. I've probably always been this way, but just never been tested for it. Dr. said to just watch out for dizziness.
Dr. also said that I'm at high risk for post-partum depression. He said looking at my history (teenage anxiety), my recent history (I def got the baby blues after Brae was born), and my current situation -- first pregnancy and taking care of a toddler, makes me a prime candidate to watch. He wants me to start seeing someone now to talk about preventative measures. I definitely think I could, and probably will, get the baby blues after Sienna is here. I'm not at all scared or nervous about the labor and delivery. It's actually the time I've been looking forward to since the beginning. But I am very scared about bringing her home.
I have a good support system, but my husband can only take so much time off work. There will be lots of sleepless nights, zombie-like days, and I'm supposed to take care of a 2.5 year old. Under normal circumstances, my coping mechanism is running. I love running. I love the endorphins, the adrenaline, the solitude, everything about it. I have not run for nearly 9 months. And it is still at least another good 3 before I'll be able to again. Having Sienna in the summertime will help, I'm sure, but I'm not naive or proud enough to say that I won't fall into some kind of depression. I don't think it will be full-on PPD where I feel hopeless and am completely paralyzed. But I do think that I will fall into a funk.
But it won't be because I'll miss being pregnant (I'm so grateful for the experience, but have not loved being pregnant). It will be because I'll be completely sleep deprived and have no semblance of a schedule. That is just complete chaos for my makeup and constitution. Having this be my first pregnancy but my second child, I have no idea how my body will react or recover physically from this pregnancy. But I don't have the luxury of just holding a newborn as I figure it out. I have to also run after a little boy.
As a dear friend who has a newborn and a toddler put it recently, with her eyes wide open, "It's so hard."
It will be so hard. I just have to remember it's short lived, and ultimately, so worth it.
(P.S.-- I have my baby belly pictures this weekend, so I'll make sure to post once I get them!)
The ultrasound machine was old, but we could tell that Sienna is head down, looking at my pelvis, sunny side up. We still think she is a girl, although she had her legs closed. Modest soul. We got to see her heart beat, and her little lungs move up and down and she breathed. A miracle.
I've gained a total of 16 lbs -- 3 in the last 2 weeks, so I think I'm finally catching up. (My husband's "baby app" on his iphone says the average is 25-35lbs at this point!) Although I'm not there yet, you can call me Porky.
I don't have gestational diabetes. I have the opposite problem. I'm hypoglycemic. My blood sugar levels were below normal. I was not totally surprised by this, as my mom is the same way. I've probably always been this way, but just never been tested for it. Dr. said to just watch out for dizziness.
Dr. also said that I'm at high risk for post-partum depression. He said looking at my history (teenage anxiety), my recent history (I def got the baby blues after Brae was born), and my current situation -- first pregnancy and taking care of a toddler, makes me a prime candidate to watch. He wants me to start seeing someone now to talk about preventative measures. I definitely think I could, and probably will, get the baby blues after Sienna is here. I'm not at all scared or nervous about the labor and delivery. It's actually the time I've been looking forward to since the beginning. But I am very scared about bringing her home.
I have a good support system, but my husband can only take so much time off work. There will be lots of sleepless nights, zombie-like days, and I'm supposed to take care of a 2.5 year old. Under normal circumstances, my coping mechanism is running. I love running. I love the endorphins, the adrenaline, the solitude, everything about it. I have not run for nearly 9 months. And it is still at least another good 3 before I'll be able to again. Having Sienna in the summertime will help, I'm sure, but I'm not naive or proud enough to say that I won't fall into some kind of depression. I don't think it will be full-on PPD where I feel hopeless and am completely paralyzed. But I do think that I will fall into a funk.
But it won't be because I'll miss being pregnant (I'm so grateful for the experience, but have not loved being pregnant). It will be because I'll be completely sleep deprived and have no semblance of a schedule. That is just complete chaos for my makeup and constitution. Having this be my first pregnancy but my second child, I have no idea how my body will react or recover physically from this pregnancy. But I don't have the luxury of just holding a newborn as I figure it out. I have to also run after a little boy.
As a dear friend who has a newborn and a toddler put it recently, with her eyes wide open, "It's so hard."
It will be so hard. I just have to remember it's short lived, and ultimately, so worth it.
(P.S.-- I have my baby belly pictures this weekend, so I'll make sure to post once I get them!)
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Money, money, money
A few weeks ago, it dawned on me that we have a daughter coming (in 10 weeks) and she's going to be expensive.... and not just because she's a girl! So, I decided to put together our budget. I gathered a list of our income, and an average of our committed expenses (bills). There was a very healthy cushion left over. That was the good news. The bad news is that is not reality. We do NOT have a healthy cushion left over each month. So, this evening, Tygh and I put together a very serious budget. The kind with all the spreadsheets and everything. We tracked our discretionary expenses, made sure the tithing amount was 10%, and added in Sienna's daycare costs. Ummmm. Yeahhhhhhh. Ouch. Suffice it to say that when she arrives and goes to daycare/school in September, the Colton household budget is extremely tight. That's when reality set in and we decided to make some lifestyle changes. Less going out to eat (which is rare anyway), less "grooming (aka manis/pedis), just overall less in general. Bottom line, until we make more, we need to spend less. I know this isn't rocket science, but it's still really hard to put into practice. Especially for me. We've already made some initial changes -- generic groceries vs. brand name, more walking the dogs ourselves and less doggie day care. Let's face it -- kids are expensive. That said, we believe God will provide, as He always has. We believe it is important to tithe, so we are committed to that. We also believe in being good stewards of our money, so if that means that my roots have to show a little longer than I like, so be it. (Just please don't make any comments about it!) ; )
Monday, March 14, 2011
28 Weeks!
Hello 28 weeks, and helllooooo 3rd (and final!) trimester! It's so nice to meet your acquaintance. I trust you'll be kinder to me than your two younger sisters.
Today was my glucose screening test. It was not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. For weeks, I've heard horror stories about how awful the sweet drink would be. First, I selected the orange kind. Second, they had it cold for me. Third, I drank it with a straw. I was surprised at how NOT bad it tasted. (Course, I'm a sugar girl, and had been abstaining all day). The only bad part is that at 2 minutes left (they give you 10), I still had a ways to go. That's when I just had to start suckling down the stuff. That's when I could see why other women have thought it so bad. There's this bitter after taste when you suck it down that fast. And you immediately want some water, and yet, can't have any.
Right after I drank, I had my dr appt. It was not with my regular ob/gyn, so it was a little less comfortable. I've gained a total of 13 lbs. Heart rate was 145. He said my uterus doesn't have much more room to grow upward, so I'm going to start protruding horizontally.
Sienna has been moving a lot more lately, and for the first time, others are able to feel it. That's pretty cool. Even though I'm not a huge fan of the baby movements, I am starting to get more used to them, and of course, greatly appreciate and am thankful for them.
Hearturn is still pretty bad. Still adverse to meat. But no vomiting, and only mild nausea in mornings/evenings. Sleep isn't so bad, except for the frequent trips to the bathroom. My hair is growing rapidly, as I'm noticing the roots start to show (I wasn't born blond; but I was born to BE a blond!)
And... sorry if TMI ... but I've started leaking the colostrum.
Yummy.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
20 week genetic test results
We finally got the genetic test results back for Sienna from her 20 week appointment.
They did the tests back at 12 weeks, and everything looked good.
They told us they get a more accurate reading at 20 weeks, so they would do another battery then.
We just got the results (6 weeks later), and the nurse said, I quote, "It doesn't get any better than this. It's practically perfect."
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For example, risk of Downs Syndrome is 1 in 10,000.
PRAISE GOD FOR SIENNA!!!!!!
They did the tests back at 12 weeks, and everything looked good.
They told us they get a more accurate reading at 20 weeks, so they would do another battery then.
We just got the results (6 weeks later), and the nurse said, I quote, "It doesn't get any better than this. It's practically perfect."
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For example, risk of Downs Syndrome is 1 in 10,000.
PRAISE GOD FOR SIENNA!!!!!!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
So that's what it was.....
I finally have a name for this strange pain I've experienced in my abdomen just a few times in the last couple of weeks... Braxton-Hicks contractions!
I first had one maybe a couple weeks ago, but thought it was just some really strong indigestion or acid build up in my stomach. It was sharp pain that radiated all over my abdomen. Sometimes I'd have to stop whatever I was doing just to brace myself until it went away. It only lasted several seconds, and if I changed positions, it would tend to dissipate.
Well, tonight, it was particularly strong, and lasted longer. It was the first time I put two and two together and ran to my pregnancy book to read more. That's when I discovered I've likely been experiencing BH contractions. Again, they are infrequent, there is no telling when they'll come, and I've only had maybe 3 in the last 3 weeks.
I wasn't aware BH contractions could happen this early, but, according to the book, it can happen as early as 20 weeks. I think my first was probably around 23 weeks. (I'm 26 on Monday).
I don't know why I think this is so cool, but this is one of the coolest parts of the pregnancy (for me), so far! I think it's because when I've always dreamed of being pregnant, I've never romanticized or really thought about the 9 months preceding the labor. (Except for getting a positive pregnancy test -- I've always wanted that). But when I've always thought about pregnancy, my mind has always jumped right to the labor and delivery. THAT, to me, is the most exciting part. It's the culmination of everything. It's getting to see what has been inside you for so long. To me, labor and delivery is the crescendo of the miracle.
SO, the fact that my body is "practicing" for the finale is just beyond cool to me!
Thank you, Jesus, for this gift.
I first had one maybe a couple weeks ago, but thought it was just some really strong indigestion or acid build up in my stomach. It was sharp pain that radiated all over my abdomen. Sometimes I'd have to stop whatever I was doing just to brace myself until it went away. It only lasted several seconds, and if I changed positions, it would tend to dissipate.
Well, tonight, it was particularly strong, and lasted longer. It was the first time I put two and two together and ran to my pregnancy book to read more. That's when I discovered I've likely been experiencing BH contractions. Again, they are infrequent, there is no telling when they'll come, and I've only had maybe 3 in the last 3 weeks.
I wasn't aware BH contractions could happen this early, but, according to the book, it can happen as early as 20 weeks. I think my first was probably around 23 weeks. (I'm 26 on Monday).
I don't know why I think this is so cool, but this is one of the coolest parts of the pregnancy (for me), so far! I think it's because when I've always dreamed of being pregnant, I've never romanticized or really thought about the 9 months preceding the labor. (Except for getting a positive pregnancy test -- I've always wanted that). But when I've always thought about pregnancy, my mind has always jumped right to the labor and delivery. THAT, to me, is the most exciting part. It's the culmination of everything. It's getting to see what has been inside you for so long. To me, labor and delivery is the crescendo of the miracle.
SO, the fact that my body is "practicing" for the finale is just beyond cool to me!
Thank you, Jesus, for this gift.
Monday, February 21, 2011
20 Minutes Ago
20 minutes ago, this was going to be a very different post.
20 minutes ago, I was going to write what it is like to be pregnant for the first time (minus our early term miscarriage), with a second child. How, when you already have a child and are experiencing pregnancy for the first time, you are "robbed" of some of the pleasures of pregnancy.
You see, with a 2-year-old boy, I don't have time to sit on my couch, rub my belly, and dream what life will be like for our daughter. I don't have the luxury of coming home from work, and because I'm so fatigued, just going to bed. I don't have the pleasure of NOT getting up at 6:30 am on a Saturday because I'm so nauseated. It's no longer just me and my husband. We have a toddler to take care of -- together. (insert right here, mega gratitude for our son).
But, that was 20 minutes ago. Now, I feel silly (and selfish) for even thinking this way. 20 minutes ago, I learned a precious girl whose infertility journey I have followed since before we even got pregnant, lost her twins at 8 weeks. Yesterday, I learned another dear friend lost her child at 8 weeks.
God has catapulted me off my duff and right smack into: thankfulness. And I am. I know at any time up until now, and any time from here on out, He could allow Sienna to be taken from us. He could allow Brae to be taken from us. My husband, my mom, my sister, my everything. In a moment, I could be Job(ette).
And yet, God would still be the same. He'd still be loving, faithful, kind, good, amazing. And I would still be His cherished daughter whom He loves so much; for whom He sacrified His own son. (I can't say that I love anyone enough to sacrifice my son for death).
He would still be FOR ME. He would still know what is best. He would still cradle my life in the palm of His hands.
Yes, infertility has robbed me of a lot. But, in spite of it, God has given me so much more. He's given me a persepctive that, above all else, He is all I need.
He alone sustains me.
20 minutes ago, I was going to write what it is like to be pregnant for the first time (minus our early term miscarriage), with a second child. How, when you already have a child and are experiencing pregnancy for the first time, you are "robbed" of some of the pleasures of pregnancy.
You see, with a 2-year-old boy, I don't have time to sit on my couch, rub my belly, and dream what life will be like for our daughter. I don't have the luxury of coming home from work, and because I'm so fatigued, just going to bed. I don't have the pleasure of NOT getting up at 6:30 am on a Saturday because I'm so nauseated. It's no longer just me and my husband. We have a toddler to take care of -- together. (insert right here, mega gratitude for our son).
But, that was 20 minutes ago. Now, I feel silly (and selfish) for even thinking this way. 20 minutes ago, I learned a precious girl whose infertility journey I have followed since before we even got pregnant, lost her twins at 8 weeks. Yesterday, I learned another dear friend lost her child at 8 weeks.
God has catapulted me off my duff and right smack into: thankfulness. And I am. I know at any time up until now, and any time from here on out, He could allow Sienna to be taken from us. He could allow Brae to be taken from us. My husband, my mom, my sister, my everything. In a moment, I could be Job(ette).
And yet, God would still be the same. He'd still be loving, faithful, kind, good, amazing. And I would still be His cherished daughter whom He loves so much; for whom He sacrified His own son. (I can't say that I love anyone enough to sacrifice my son for death).
He would still be FOR ME. He would still know what is best. He would still cradle my life in the palm of His hands.
Yes, infertility has robbed me of a lot. But, in spite of it, God has given me so much more. He's given me a persepctive that, above all else, He is all I need.
He alone sustains me.
Monday, February 14, 2011
24 weeks.
We had our 24 week appointment today. I've gained a total of 8 lbs. A little on the low side, but the dr. didn't seem too concerned. However, even if I gain a pound a week from here on out, I still won't reach that "magic" 25 lb mark.
I just don't have a big appetite. And my stomach is still pretty uneasy, especially in the morning and at night. This morning, I even threw up for the first time since 19 weeks (minus the stomach flu episode). It caught me off guard. I thought I'd gotten past that.
I'm measuring right around 23-24 weeks. My uterus is now well above my belly button mark.
Sienna was kicking away, and beating around 150 bpm.
I have a new symptom: heartburn. I've never had heartburn before. I didn't even recognize it at first. I thought I'd swallowed something that was stuck in my throat. After a few days (yes, it took me that long), I thought, hmm, maybe this is what heartburn feels like? The burning in the chest, throat, etc. Yup, I think so.
I made my appointments for the rest of the term -- about 12 of them! We also start "birthing" class in April.
Tygh and I went out for Valentine's dinner last night and had a blessedly honest conversation. He said he just cannot be in the room with me when I start delivery. He'll be there up until I start pushing, and then he'll excuse himself until Sienna comes out and is "cleaned up." My husband has a very queasy stomach when it comes to this kind of stuff. When Brae was born, he was hovering in the corner most of the time, in a chair, head down. I was the one who cut the cord.
Sure, it's not how I pictured delivery -- I wanted my husband there, cheering me on, cutting the cord, etc. But, that is just not going to happen. And it's okay. Really. I'm honoring his wishes. So, instead, my mom and my sister will be there, each holding a hand, and urging Sienna into this world.
I praise and thank God for this amazing gift of pregnancy and getting a chance to just experience it. I finally feel at a place of peace and rest and settlement. I feel content. I'm looking forward to her being here, and enjoying something new -- a lack of wanting. A lack of wanting to be pregnant. A lack of yearning to move beyond infertility. I haven't experienced that since January 2007. I want that "me" back. I will take with me the post-January 2007 me, especially the closeness and intimacy I have with Christ that I didn't have before. I will take with me new gifts of empathy. A testimony. A surrender. But, I want (and my husband wants) to return to a more carefree lifestyle. One where growing our family does not consume our lives. I'm excited to move to the next season of life.
Brae update: Our son is a phenom. I kid you not. That boy has some SKILLS when it comes to basketball. We had a friend over the other night and he was in shock at how a 2-year-old can jump and shoot a basket (a high one) with one hand. He said we need to get a video and put it on youtube.
Potty training is another story. The boy is just.not.interested. He doesn't care if he craps his pants or has a wet diaper. I know boys take longer, so I'm not stressing. Maybe when he sees his "baby Sienna" (as he calls her) get her diaper changed, he'll realize diapers are for babies.
His Spanish is really picking up. The "experts" say that if a child learns 2 languages before age 2.5, their primary language lags behind a little bit at first, and then they catch up. Then, if you try to introduce a second language after the child starts reading, all hope is lost that they will ever truly be bilingual as second nature.
It's hard to say whether Brae's English is lagging behind. I know most boys are slower to speak and form sentences than girls. But, according to where the books say Brae is supposed to be at right now, he's surpassing it. He can recognize just about every letter in the alphabet by name(in English). He speaks (short) sentences. And he understands if you give him direction in English or Spanish.
I love that boy.
I just don't have a big appetite. And my stomach is still pretty uneasy, especially in the morning and at night. This morning, I even threw up for the first time since 19 weeks (minus the stomach flu episode). It caught me off guard. I thought I'd gotten past that.
I'm measuring right around 23-24 weeks. My uterus is now well above my belly button mark.
Sienna was kicking away, and beating around 150 bpm.
I have a new symptom: heartburn. I've never had heartburn before. I didn't even recognize it at first. I thought I'd swallowed something that was stuck in my throat. After a few days (yes, it took me that long), I thought, hmm, maybe this is what heartburn feels like? The burning in the chest, throat, etc. Yup, I think so.
I made my appointments for the rest of the term -- about 12 of them! We also start "birthing" class in April.
Tygh and I went out for Valentine's dinner last night and had a blessedly honest conversation. He said he just cannot be in the room with me when I start delivery. He'll be there up until I start pushing, and then he'll excuse himself until Sienna comes out and is "cleaned up." My husband has a very queasy stomach when it comes to this kind of stuff. When Brae was born, he was hovering in the corner most of the time, in a chair, head down. I was the one who cut the cord.
Sure, it's not how I pictured delivery -- I wanted my husband there, cheering me on, cutting the cord, etc. But, that is just not going to happen. And it's okay. Really. I'm honoring his wishes. So, instead, my mom and my sister will be there, each holding a hand, and urging Sienna into this world.
I praise and thank God for this amazing gift of pregnancy and getting a chance to just experience it. I finally feel at a place of peace and rest and settlement. I feel content. I'm looking forward to her being here, and enjoying something new -- a lack of wanting. A lack of wanting to be pregnant. A lack of yearning to move beyond infertility. I haven't experienced that since January 2007. I want that "me" back. I will take with me the post-January 2007 me, especially the closeness and intimacy I have with Christ that I didn't have before. I will take with me new gifts of empathy. A testimony. A surrender. But, I want (and my husband wants) to return to a more carefree lifestyle. One where growing our family does not consume our lives. I'm excited to move to the next season of life.
Brae update: Our son is a phenom. I kid you not. That boy has some SKILLS when it comes to basketball. We had a friend over the other night and he was in shock at how a 2-year-old can jump and shoot a basket (a high one) with one hand. He said we need to get a video and put it on youtube.
Potty training is another story. The boy is just.not.interested. He doesn't care if he craps his pants or has a wet diaper. I know boys take longer, so I'm not stressing. Maybe when he sees his "baby Sienna" (as he calls her) get her diaper changed, he'll realize diapers are for babies.
His Spanish is really picking up. The "experts" say that if a child learns 2 languages before age 2.5, their primary language lags behind a little bit at first, and then they catch up. Then, if you try to introduce a second language after the child starts reading, all hope is lost that they will ever truly be bilingual as second nature.
It's hard to say whether Brae's English is lagging behind. I know most boys are slower to speak and form sentences than girls. But, according to where the books say Brae is supposed to be at right now, he's surpassing it. He can recognize just about every letter in the alphabet by name(in English). He speaks (short) sentences. And he understands if you give him direction in English or Spanish.
I love that boy.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Hospitalized.
On Thursday evening, about 10 p.m., an upset stomach awoke me. I puked. I thought, maybe I shouldn't have eaten that bowl of ice cream. A half an hour later, I didn't feel better. I felt worse. I puked again. I thought, hmm, maybe this is pregnancy related? A half an hour later, I puked again, and out of, umm, other orifices, if you get my drift. At the same time. I thought, okay, I'm really sick.
Rinse and repeat for the next 7 hours. I couldn't even keep water down. I felt at death's doorstep. Sienna, for herself, was kicking up a storm.
Finally, at 5 am (my stubbornness held out for 7 hours), I called the on-call doctor. She said if I couldn't keep Sprite down, to go into the hospital for some IV fluid replacement.
I couldn't keep Sprite down.
My husband woke at 6:30 and I filled him in. He'd been clued in that something was wrong by all of the toilet flushings. I told him I felt I should go to the hospital, but that I wanted to get Brae up and off to school first.
Finally, at 8 am, we got to the hospital. I could barely walk, I was so weak. I was concerned about Sienna, and praying. They admitted me in the maternity ward (apparently, when you're sick and pregnant, you go to the maternity ward). I was hooked up to IV fluids, anti-nausea, and had blood work. My potassium levels were low, so then they started potassium supplements.
The doctor opined I had the 24-hour stomach bug (which I knew had been going around at Brae's school, and yet Brae wasn't sick (yet)). She said when you are pregnant, you are just even more vulnerable. And, with how sensitive my stomach has been during this pregnancy and hormones, I probably was an especially susceptible victim.
They hooked up the fetal heart monitor, and I got to hear Sienna beating away --at about 150 bpm. A blessed sound. Thank you, Lord.
The doctor said as long as I remained hydrated, Sienna should be fine. At this gestational age (22 weeks), they are very resiliant.
I stayed in the hospital for 8 hours, on bedrest, hooked up to fluids and anti-nausea. I only threw up once during that time -- after trying to eat some peaches. They asked if I wanted to stay the night. I said no. I wanted to go home.
A half an hour after I left the hospital, I puked again, after trying to eat some jell-o and toast. Clearly, the anti-nausea medicine, the same one I'd been on earlier in my pregnancy and had successfully kept me from throwing up, was not working. I was THAT sick.
I remained on death's doorstep until, truly, about 10 p.m. last night -- a full 24 hours after it started. And it left me almost as quickly as it had come.
Today, I'm still recovering. Can't eat a whole lot and very tired. But so thankful that the worse has passed.
And, I'm a little grateful. I feel like Sienna and I went to war together. And I feel more bonded to her.
Rinse and repeat for the next 7 hours. I couldn't even keep water down. I felt at death's doorstep. Sienna, for herself, was kicking up a storm.
Finally, at 5 am (my stubbornness held out for 7 hours), I called the on-call doctor. She said if I couldn't keep Sprite down, to go into the hospital for some IV fluid replacement.
I couldn't keep Sprite down.
My husband woke at 6:30 and I filled him in. He'd been clued in that something was wrong by all of the toilet flushings. I told him I felt I should go to the hospital, but that I wanted to get Brae up and off to school first.
Finally, at 8 am, we got to the hospital. I could barely walk, I was so weak. I was concerned about Sienna, and praying. They admitted me in the maternity ward (apparently, when you're sick and pregnant, you go to the maternity ward). I was hooked up to IV fluids, anti-nausea, and had blood work. My potassium levels were low, so then they started potassium supplements.
The doctor opined I had the 24-hour stomach bug (which I knew had been going around at Brae's school, and yet Brae wasn't sick (yet)). She said when you are pregnant, you are just even more vulnerable. And, with how sensitive my stomach has been during this pregnancy and hormones, I probably was an especially susceptible victim.
They hooked up the fetal heart monitor, and I got to hear Sienna beating away --at about 150 bpm. A blessed sound. Thank you, Lord.
The doctor said as long as I remained hydrated, Sienna should be fine. At this gestational age (22 weeks), they are very resiliant.
I stayed in the hospital for 8 hours, on bedrest, hooked up to fluids and anti-nausea. I only threw up once during that time -- after trying to eat some peaches. They asked if I wanted to stay the night. I said no. I wanted to go home.
A half an hour after I left the hospital, I puked again, after trying to eat some jell-o and toast. Clearly, the anti-nausea medicine, the same one I'd been on earlier in my pregnancy and had successfully kept me from throwing up, was not working. I was THAT sick.
I remained on death's doorstep until, truly, about 10 p.m. last night -- a full 24 hours after it started. And it left me almost as quickly as it had come.
Today, I'm still recovering. Can't eat a whole lot and very tired. But so thankful that the worse has passed.
And, I'm a little grateful. I feel like Sienna and I went to war together. And I feel more bonded to her.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
22 weeks. And a toddler.
We are 22 weeks tomorrow. According to my pregnancy book, this is the last week of my 5th month. And I think I'm finally out of the woods with the nausea and vomiting. I still have a pretty sensitive stomach, especially at night, so my appetite is pretty sparse. I eat a lot of cereal and Eggos. And, I've become a vegetarian during this pregnancy.
I feel Sienna move every day -- usually when I'm lying down or after I've eaten. Although I still don't "love" the movements, I'm soooo very grateful for them. They are a reminder that she is here. And for that, I greatly appreciate them.
I'm slowly starting to turn Brae's nursery into Sienna's nursery. What was yellow and blue decor will now be yellow and pink decor. I've started buying some girly clothes -- and -- um -- I LOVE that!
Brae is starting to say Sienna's name, and say "sister", although I'm confident he still has no idea what is going on, or what is about to rock his world in about 4.5 months.
Can I just say that I love God's timing? I am SO looking forward to having a summertime maternity leave! Brae will still be in school, and I just cannot wait for warm, balmy nights sitting out on our patio, going on vacations, and, well, just SUN! With Brae being born on Halloween, I was cooped up for most of my maternity leave, often snowed in. So I am relishing the beauty of God's timing with this one.
Brae has learned his primary colors, and is speaking in short sentences. Very short. Like, "It's dark outside." and "Mommy, it's nigh-night time." and "Daddy, sit down."
He remains obsessed with basketball. He went to his first "live" basketball game the other night, and was completely mesmerized. He's also very mechanical. Loves puzzles and blocks and Legos. He's also gotten very good at the harmonica -- playing it naked, with his diaper on, and his boots on the wrong feet.
And, he loves to push my buttons. At the moment, he's supposed to have quiet time in his room before I turn off his night light. And, yet, I can hear him taking every. single. book. off. his. shelf. and throwing them on the floor. There must be over a hundred.
But, he remains the happiest boy you will ever meet. He is extremely outgoing and friendly and never ceases to put a smile on people's faces.
If it's true that they say 90% of who we are today is a product of our environment, then I'm grateful for the opportunity God has given us to be his parents. And I cannot wait for Sienna to meet him.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Sienna (100th post!)
Some of you know the story of Sienna. Some of you may not.
A year ago, we were on vacation in San Diego. I went on a hike by myself. I got to the top of a tall mountain (well, a large hill actually). I pulled off my headphones. I leaned my head back to the sky. It was a cloudy day. I closed my eyes. I asked, out loud, "God, will we EVER get pregnant and carry a child to term and get to experience labor and delivery?"
Then, the clouds parted and the sun came out. A soft breeze just brushed across my face and I heard, almost audibly, "YES."
I smiled.
At that moment, I didn't believe God was saying we'd get pregnant on our own, or we should do any more fertility treatments. Instead, I felt God leading us to pursue embryo adoption. We had done some initial research, and this was my confirmation to keep pursuing it.
I got back to our room and told my husband. That was December 2009.
The following spring, there was a few day period when I was bombarded with the name "Sienna". It kind of came out of nowhere. And I just felt a strong impression that we were going to have a girl one day, and I was to call her "Sienna".
One night, I told the women in my Bible study group that. One of the girls asked if I knew the meaning of the name. I said I didn't. She suggested I look it up. I agreed.
The following week, the same girl asked me if I had looked up the name. I said I had forgotten. She said she had looked it up. It means, "promise of God."
I got chills.
Yesterday was our 20-week ultrasound. We asked the technician to find out the gender, write it on a card, and seal it in an envelope.
Later that night, with all of our family either present or on Skype or on cell phones, I opened that envelope.
We are having a girl. And we shall call her Sienna.
A year ago, we were on vacation in San Diego. I went on a hike by myself. I got to the top of a tall mountain (well, a large hill actually). I pulled off my headphones. I leaned my head back to the sky. It was a cloudy day. I closed my eyes. I asked, out loud, "God, will we EVER get pregnant and carry a child to term and get to experience labor and delivery?"
Then, the clouds parted and the sun came out. A soft breeze just brushed across my face and I heard, almost audibly, "YES."
I smiled.
At that moment, I didn't believe God was saying we'd get pregnant on our own, or we should do any more fertility treatments. Instead, I felt God leading us to pursue embryo adoption. We had done some initial research, and this was my confirmation to keep pursuing it.
I got back to our room and told my husband. That was December 2009.
The following spring, there was a few day period when I was bombarded with the name "Sienna". It kind of came out of nowhere. And I just felt a strong impression that we were going to have a girl one day, and I was to call her "Sienna".
One night, I told the women in my Bible study group that. One of the girls asked if I knew the meaning of the name. I said I didn't. She suggested I look it up. I agreed.
The following week, the same girl asked me if I had looked up the name. I said I had forgotten. She said she had looked it up. It means, "promise of God."
I got chills.
Yesterday was our 20-week ultrasound. We asked the technician to find out the gender, write it on a card, and seal it in an envelope.
Later that night, with all of our family either present or on Skype or on cell phones, I opened that envelope.
We are having a girl. And we shall call her Sienna.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
The progression of a baby bump.
So, here it is: My 1-pound-baby bump.
Seems so silly I've been in maternity pants since 9 weeks.
Seems so silly I've been in maternity pants since 9 weeks.
The first pic is at 4 weeks -- the day we found out. The second is at 6.5 weeks. The third is at 9 weeks. The fourth is at 12.5 weeks. The fourth is today, at 15 weeks, 2 days.
On a side note, I've felt MUCH better today. And my appetite has returned. I've been craving poached eggs on toast all day. In fact, I've eaten a total of 5 eggs and 3 pieces of toast today. Love to see what my cholesterol is right now.
But the real question is, what does it mean that I'm craving eggs?
Monday, December 13, 2010
15th week ultrasound!
We had our 15 week ultrasound today. I'm not sure that most doctors even DO a 15 week ultrasound, but nonetheless, we had one. The baby looks great -- good measurements, good heartbeat. We were "hoping" the doctor would be able to tell the gender, but our blessing was covering his/her genitalia. Modest soul. The doctor also remarked at its position. Its head was bowed down, and it was curled up. The doctor said, "Well, I don't see this often. But it looks like your baby is praying!"
Now, I'm not sure if our doctor is a Christian or not, but it was a blessing indeed to see that, and have the doctor make that remark.
We also got to see the baby move a little bit, and breathe in and out. But mostly, it looked like it was sleeping.
We got the results back from the genetic screening. The Downs test came back 1:500 chance. For an embryo created from a 31-year-old woman (the donor, and coincidentally, me), the odds are more like 1:460. So these odds are excellent. Thank you, Jesus! The other genetic tests all came back with stellar odds.
The one small bump, pun intended, is that I've only gained 1 pound. 1 pound in 15 weeks. The vomiting and nausea has not helped in this department. The average is between 3-5 pounds. So I have some catching up to do. Coincidentally, or not, this evening I've actually felt kind of normal. I don't take too much stock in that, however, because every time I've started to feel good, I take 2 steps back the next day.
No more ultrasounds or appointments until the big 20 week appointment, set for January 18.
I have to say. I'm hoping for a girl.
I hope to post some baby bump pictures in the next couple days. If I have gained 1 pound, it is all in my stomach.
Now, I'm not sure if our doctor is a Christian or not, but it was a blessing indeed to see that, and have the doctor make that remark.
We also got to see the baby move a little bit, and breathe in and out. But mostly, it looked like it was sleeping.
We got the results back from the genetic screening. The Downs test came back 1:500 chance. For an embryo created from a 31-year-old woman (the donor, and coincidentally, me), the odds are more like 1:460. So these odds are excellent. Thank you, Jesus! The other genetic tests all came back with stellar odds.
The one small bump, pun intended, is that I've only gained 1 pound. 1 pound in 15 weeks. The vomiting and nausea has not helped in this department. The average is between 3-5 pounds. So I have some catching up to do. Coincidentally, or not, this evening I've actually felt kind of normal. I don't take too much stock in that, however, because every time I've started to feel good, I take 2 steps back the next day.
No more ultrasounds or appointments until the big 20 week appointment, set for January 18.
I have to say. I'm hoping for a girl.
I hope to post some baby bump pictures in the next couple days. If I have gained 1 pound, it is all in my stomach.
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