6 Wks & Still In The Honeymoon Phase W/ Baby!

This was originally written on Tuesday, June 3, 2008:

Thirty-four days since my last post!

Even though I get NO time at the computer anymore (seriously, the little guy must know when I sit down because he always needs my attention during these times, haha), I wanted to make an effort to continue blogging. Not only because I have so many faithful readers which makes it worth the time to write since I don't have any books out in stores YET. . .but also because my blogging served as a sort of therapy for me during my pregnancy. Those who read those posts know more than anyone else about that time because I wrote about everything I was going through, the thoughts & feelings I had, etc. Writing stuff out and often discussing pregnancy issues with many of you afterwards was really healthy. I encourage you all to post comments or send me messages, because I also loved learning from you as well. Best of all, that special time in my life has forever been recorded!

That's one of the things I've always liked about being a writer. From the time I was a little girl I didn't sit well with the idea of being here for a short time (when you think about life in term of centuries) and not leaving something to show for it. The written word can live on forever. No, this blog definitely doesn't need to last forever(!), but in my own life years from now many of my memories of this time will have faded and so it will be fun to be reminded. Therefore, I wanted to attempt to record some of my perspective as a new mother, too! (I'm still keeping a hard-copy journal for Logan as well, although my entries are irregular. They probably will be here now, too.)

I'll pick up here where I left off. For example, to update some of my last posts. . .I thought it was a coincidence that out of the 16 couples who were at the hospital class the day after I had Logan, all but two had boys. Usually girls are more common (males are more likely to be conceived, but females are more likely to be born, so there are more females in the world than males)--but I think there was a boy-baby boom this spring!

Also, I never mentioned that during our first night with Logan, my male dog Cosmo (a 2.5 year old maltipoo) threw up and had diarrhea! Joe said that between Cosmo and Logan he'd never cleaned up so much poop in his life, haha. Unfortunately, Cosmo was sick all that week and since we were gone a lot for Logan's jaundice (including spending one night at Children's Hospital--the first time our dogs had ever been alone all night), we had a lot of carpet cleaning to do. Bella (my female dog, a 3.5 year old maltipoo)'s turn was two weeks ago--only she actually threw up blood and so I took her to the vet. She had an ulcer and had to be on medicine for a week. I really don't think either had anything to do with Logan, but rather was just bad timing. Fortunately, both dogs have been fine since.

Finally, many of you may remember how I couldn't wait to be able to lay on my back and stomach again. The funny thing was I'd had to lay on my sides for so long that I actually had to force myself to stop after Logan was born! I just automatically kept laying that way after having my baby and so it felt odd when I'd remember to turn to my stomach or back. Sometimes I still have to remind myself that I can lay comfortably now! (Nice to appreciate the little things in life.)

The past month has zoomed by at an amazing speed. After Logan recovered from his jaundice and Joe's mom left on 4/30, my mom & stepdad came over 5/7-9. So, that week I had four days by myself for the first time. I'd expected post partum depression to kick in at that point (because I was always hormonal when I had my period), but instead have experienced the opposite: I don't think I've ever been so happy in my life! Let me rephrase that: I KNOW I've never been this happy.

Most years (not all) I've thought I WAS happy and content. . .I didn't feel empty or that anything was missing in my life. . .in fact that's why I waited until I was 28 and had been married for five years to have a baby. To be honest, I'd been worried that--yikes--I'd end up regretting it. That I wouldn't recognize my life or myself anymore and end up wishing I could turn back time. I couldn't have been more wrong! The only way my life has changed is that it's better! Now I wonder what I've been doing the past 28 years--everything else seems minor and fleeting! (Although, I believe I would have had a harder time if I'd gotten pregnant earlier.)

I've been on a continuous high so am sure at some point I’ll have to come down, but for now I’m grateful for this experience. I guess it's true what they say: "Hope for the best, but be prepared for the worst" (because things usually turn out better). The first six weeks of parenthood are known for being the worst so that's what I'd been prepared for. Much of this is because of the sleep factor. (Or, should I say, lack thereof. Until this past Friday, Logan never slept for more than two hours at a time. That night he slept five straight which was wonderful. Since then it's been three or four. Hopefully within another month or two he will sleep completely through the night, since that is when the average do.)

I'd always thought that I needed 9 (yes, 9) hours of sleep to be at my best. But there's something about having a baby that makes the lack of sleep not that big of a deal. It's like Christmas morning when you're a kid--only every day. I'll wake up in the night to Logan's cries, and although I'd prefer to keep sleeping, there's suddenly nothing I want more than to see my little baby and hold him in my arms. Every time I look at him, I smile. The good definitely outweighs the bad. The feelings I've had these six weeks have been better than anything I've ever experienced and I don't think anything else in this world can possibly compare. It really HAS made every day worth it that I cried in bed with all-day sickness or tossed and turned because my back hurt or I was experiencing other discomforts during pregnancy. (Now when I look at Logan--this person that went from nothing to everything--it actually seems amazing to me that my body didn't go through even MORE!) I'm shocked that somewhere there's this energy inside of me that appears throughout my day that allows me to not only function but to do it more happily than before.

If I had time to stop and think I’m sure I’d miss some of my free time (for example, this blog is being written with MANY interruptions, as I'm sure will be the case from now on), but I don't really have time to be bummed because being so busy makes my days go very quickly. By the time I look at the clock, it's time for Joe to get home. That's another reason why I decided to blog again--it forces me to stop and think for a moment which I've always felt should be a priority (to take inventory each day). Otherwise, nowadays it's pretty easy for life to pass by--but this is a time I actually want to go slow!

I'm confident I will figure out how to work on my novel again once Logan and I figure out our schedule together. (That hasn't happened yet, as every day is different, but that makes it exciting. Fortunately, I've still been able to do some reading and other things for myself. In fact, I've been watching more TV these days than ever before, just because there's a lot more sitting while holding Logan.)

Right now my life definitely revolves around the little guy, but I really don't mind focusing on him all of the time. He's made me be more productive, haha. Before, if there was something I had to do but didn't feel like, I'd just put it off until later. Now if there's a window for me to do something that I don't have the energy for, I do it anyway because otherwise it may never get done. Therefore, I'm not doing a very good job when it comes to napping (following the advice of "sleep when he sleeps"). . .I've taken four naps since he's been born. . .so that's something I'd like to improve on. Right now it always seems like when I get a break from him (i.e. he's sleeping), there's something around the house that needs my attention.

So, it's been nice to have help here & there over the weeks. After my mom & stepdad left, Jake & Melissa came back from Arizona because their house sold and so they had to close and move the rest of their stuff out. They met Logan on Mother's Day, after Joe gave me a couple of gifts. :)

I had five days by myself and then my best friend since junior high, Sarah, came over from Seattle May 17-22! It was perfect timing because Joe was told he had to work in Washington D.C. May 18-23. Sarah had booked her flight weeks ago, so it must have been a "God thing" because I KNOW then depression would have kicked in and it might have changed my impression of motherhood!

Any other time I would have managed by myself. However, having a newborn is not a time to be alone. Hats off to single mothers out there--I don't see how anyone could do this without help! At first Joe's job was going to make him stay there for a couple of months(!!!) but he told them “no way.” Fortunately, everyone agreed that his excuse was valid. So they found a replacement for the upcoming weeks. This was also a relief to him because he hates to fly and if he'd have wanted to come home on the weekends he would have had to fly regularly.

At that time there'd never been a night when I'd had to get up every single time for Logan in addition to taking care of him ALL day. But with Sarah here, I was able to have the energy to be up with him every time during the night because she helped me during the day. It turned out to be a really fun week and even she said he was easier than she’d imagined, just as Joe and I have thought.

Until then, I'd only gone out in public with Logan once (to Wal-Mart just to print out pictures for my grandmothers) but Sarah and I ran errands all but one day which gave me the confidence to take Logan out with me all of the time now, as he did excellent. In fact, he loves to be in his car seat even at home, as well as on car rides, and me carrying his car seat because it bounces him around. We even went out to eat which allowed me to relax about that, as I'd always imagined I'd have a screaming baby that I couldn't control and everyone would give me dirty looks. :p

That's been the best surprise--that Logan only cries when he's hungry (and when we're changing his diaper--you'd think we were torturing him every time; however, he hasn't cried about it since Sunday which is a record, so I'm hoping he's starting to trust us and understand that nothing bad is happening).

Just like when he was in the womb, he's very strong--last week I was changing his diaper and he kicked the box of wipes almost across the room! When I stand him on my lap, he uses the weight in his legs which I hadn't expected so soon. And, at only four weeks old he rolled over from his tummy to his back (he doesn't like "tummy time" unless he's on his boppy pillow and so the frustration gave him motivation). He's also started to pull my hair--ouch.

He could stand to work on his patience and temper. :-) When he wants something or doesn't like something it's immediately a huge deal--I have to restrain him from scratching his face all up because his entire body goes spastic while he's screaming and his face turns purple. He's knocked a bottle from my hand, hit and kicked me, and pushed away anything near him. He obviously still has his assertive personality. (I was watching Dr. Phil the other day and there was this kid who slapped his mom. I looked at Logan and said, "I hope you don't ever slap me!" But I think the violence-factor starts with the parents, so hopefully I can prevent Logan from using his aggression negatively when he's older.) But, he is quick to forgive and get over it. As quickly as his mouth opens like it's going to swallow his face, it closes and his tears stop (yes, he has tears rolling down his face which I didn't even know babies got for a few months). Despite the few times he's like this, the majority of the time he's easy going, sweet, happy, and still sleeps most hours of the day.

For Logan's first two to three weeks he was sensitive to light and so he was more active at night than during the day, but fortunately that is no longer the case. (Now it's morning and evening, which is just like when I was pregnant with him.) He has started to smile and laugh which melts my heart over and over. Best of all, he seems to know who I am now! He looked at me with recognition the other day which was awesome. Also, when he's starting to fuss and I pick him up, he stops and will rest his head on my chest as if he's cuddling. Awe!

He seems so much more aware & alert these days and is starting to figure things out--like, on Friday his pacifier fell out of his mouth and his hand happened to be below his chin, so he pushed it right back! It's so much fun to watch these milestones. There's never a dull or boring moment. (Especially since every now and then I still get sprayed with pee. I've learned how to avoid getting pooped on--he always farts first--but the pee has hit me in the face, hit him in the face, sprayed the wall, the floor, my hair, my back. . .and the "tee-pees" that you can buy don't work [at least ours keeps falling off]. But the times are getting less--both I think because it's less common as boys get older and also because I'm getting quicker with the diaper.)

Anyway, I was sad when Sarah had to leave--and even sadder when the next day I learned the horrible news that her dog had died! Cinnamon, her doberman for the past six years, had the exact same ailment that took Joe's mom's rottweiler last summer at the very same age. An enlarged heart. Cinnamon was not sick beforehand--her death happened very suddenly in the presence of Sarah's neighbor who is a vet. Sarah was at her parents' house in Iowa when she learned the news and so it was very difficult to return home to Seattle after her trip to the Midwest. Please keep her in your prayers as this is one of the WORST possible things for anyone to experience.

On Memorial Day (5/26), we went over to Mike & Sara's (Mike used to work with Joe before he switched jobs in May 2007; Sara still works there). They were grilling out with the rest of Joe's old co-workers and the other girls who gave me the Omaha baby shower (who I go scrapbooking with--and this past Sunday we went to go see Sex and the City-The Movie). It was a lot of fun and everyone there met Logan for the first time :-)

The other days last week flew by. On Saturday, 5/31, Sandi (Joe's mom) came over to see Logan for the first time since the end of April. (My mom and stepdad had stopped by on Saturday, 5/24 on their way home from Branson, MO to also see Logan for the first time since the first week of May.) It was a beautiful day and so we ate outside and then Sandi & Joe took Logan for a walk in the stroller. Joe and I had taken him for a walk a couple of times prior, including once to the park & lake in our neighborhood that I hadn't been to since last Labor Day--just a couple of hours before I learned I was pregnant :-) Now that summer has officially begun here in Nebraska, I hope to take walks with Logan regularly. We've gone the past two evenings as well and the temperature was perfect.

I've lost all but 5 of the 42 pounds I gained while pregnant. The last seven have been slow (I'm only two pounds less than when I last wrote here at two weeks post partum). I've been wearing all of my old clothes since two weeks post-partum, but strangely I still can't fit into my wedding ring. I took it off in October and miss wearing it. Hopefully I won't have to pay to get it resized.

It’s really incredible how having a baby has changed my perspective when it comes to my body. Like a lot of women, I’ve never really "loved" my body. But after seeing what it went through while I was pregnant, and then during childbirth, and even now afterwards with such little sleep—there’s no way I can hate it. I saw it do the most amazing thing ever! Being pregnant and giving birth really is a beautiful thing.

I had not expected to lose weight without doing anything, as I’m not one of those people with a fast metabolism or naturally hard body. So it was a nice surprise. I have faith in it for the very first time—I realize that it's smarter than me and knows what it's doing--heck, it made a human being and even now it's keeping him alive by making breastmilk without my brain having a clue. My body was really put through the ringer during pregnancy and childbirth, and even now with the lack of sleep--and yet somehow I feel better than ever. I can’t help but be impressed with ALL women's bodies now!

Even though I'm still five pounds over what I was nine months ago, I can't be critical. I appreciate my body now, having been 42 pounds heavier six weeks ago and TRULY feeling out of shape. Sure, my body could use some toning (as it did before, it doesn't look any different now than it did last September), but thanks to motherhood, I can embrace it anyway! It’s a very mature feeling.

Yesterday morning I did aerobics for the first time since having Logan. It wasn’t something I was able to do very often while pregnant and so it felt weird (but wonderful) to do it again—especially the abs workout (my stomach felt so empty of muscle). My OBGYN had given me the go-ahead for exercise (and sex) on Friday at my six week check-up.

My doctor's appointment was kind of sentimental! The last time I went to her office was 2.5 days before I gave birth! I remember how I’d taken the gravel road and hadn’t cared about all of the bumps because I’d hoped it would start labor, haha! So, driving on it again made me happy that I was no longer uncomfortable (my stomach had been so big I could hardly breathe and I was having those bad tightening pains which made the five minute drive seem long)--but at the same time I admit there was a small sad feeling that all of the anticipation for the birth experience was over!

There’s only been one day that I teared up for no apparent reason since having Logan. Joe was like, “What is wrong?”
I answered, “My labor was too fast!”
He turned around and walked out of the room. :p

I had to laugh, too, as I know that is not a common complaint, so I tried to explain. It’s not that I really wish my labor had been longer (I pray I’m lucky next time, too) but during the not-so-fun eight months prior all I could look forward to was the day I gave birth. Everything was getting ready for that huge day. It was always hanging around me--and, sure enough, it turned out to be the biggest and most special day of my life. Better than when I got engaged or my wedding day. The HypnoBirthing helped it to be an extra positive experience so that without drugs, the pain did not distract me from it. I wanted to hold on to every second of that once-in-a-lifetime experience (well, once-in-a-lifetime with Logan) and really see how my body worked naturally and what it was meant to do.

So, there wasn’t time to snap pictures of myself heading off to the hospital, or of me in the bed, or of my room, or my nurses, etc. I’d always imagined Joe videotaping me as the hours went on, but it was so rushed that, as I said in my son's birth story, I couldn’t really talk or focus on the environment around me from beginning to end. Between the wet washcloths on my forehead during labor (as sweat was dripping off me those last four hours while I pushed), pictures were the last thing on my mind.

Once I came home from the hospital I felt that day was already so far in the past—but I wanted to stay in those unique and wonderful feelings forever. However, just like when you get married and you spend the months prior planning for the wedding day, you soon realize those hours are only the beginning and there are plenty more good times ahead—it’s just hard to imagine beyond that point until you’re living it. Although, unlike my wedding where the months prior I had been riding the rollercoaster UP, so all I could go was DOWN afterwards (I had "post wedding depression"), this time I’d been going DOWN the months prior, so the good thing was that after I had Logan all I could go was UP! :-)

When I took a seat in the waiting room of my doctor’s office, I received smiles from people who were glancing at Logan. :-) A lot more people start conversations with me now when I go out in public with him. Last week I was carrying his car seat through Wal-Mart and a woman stopped and said, "Those are heavy, aren't they?!" I nodded emphatically. (I'm sure sweat was pouring off my forehead. I should soon be a "muscle woman" from carrying that thing around--geesh!)

At the doctor's office, everyone kept commenting on what a chunk he was and I started getting curious as to how much he weighed now. When it was time to get my blood pressure and weight checked, I noticed a baby scale there as well. The nurse said we could put him on there. . .and he was nearly 12 pounds! (11 lbs, 15.5 oz!) My mouth dropped to the floor, I couldn’t believe it! In four weeks he’d gained four pounds—that’s really good for a newborn! Both Joe and I were super chubby babies (my ped. told my mom back then I needed to go on a diet), so Logan is probably destined to be as well. But it was still a surprise after his 11% weight-loss the first week and more ups & downs with breastfeeding (more on that in my next post).

I sat in the back as I waited for a room to be available, and another woman was sitting there who said that looking at Logan made her want another baby--but she already has five so she’s sworn she’s done!!! We chatted for a bit and then the nurse that I always had when I was pregnant came out to talk to me and congratulate me. It was so weird to have Logan on the outside of me now. He was the same baby whose heart we'd always listened to before, whose size we'd measured in my tummy, etc. She showed me to my room and I looked into the same mirror that I'd looked into during my first appt. when I'd just learned I was pregnant, then later as I was getting huge and ready to go!

My OBGYN came in shortly and said, “I remember you, you were quite the trooper!” I was really honored when she started reciting all of the details about Logan’s birth, as she remembered everything about the day as clear as me. I would have thought with so many deliveries I would blend into the next one, and she’d have to refer to my chart, so it's really nice that she truly knows who I am. I wasn’t sure she remembered me from year to year when I was just an annual patient, but having seen her so much the past nine months I’m not just a familiar face anymore--I actually have a history with her. (I'd also sent her a card w/ a picture of Logan & me a couple of weeks after he was born, thanking her for everything, so maybe that helped, too.)

After chatting about babies and motherhood like we were two friends rather than doctor and patient, she checked to make sure that I’d healed properly, which I had, and then asked if I had any questions. I said, “Just one about my labor—I know that the way that it started was rare, with my water just gushing out and contractions not starting for another hour. Was there a reason for that difference?” She nodded and explained that because of my pelvis, it forced Logan’s head to be in a weird position. This put pressure on my bag of water and so as he started to drop (which happens to everyone as labor approaches), his head broke the sac! This was also what caused him to be face up, as he was basically unable to turn. . .which means I have over 60% chance of my next pregnancy being a posterior baby as well. :-( I really hope I'm in the 40th percentile. My doctor repeated what I'd read after my birth experience--that this type of labor is generally the longest and most painful kind.

Still, I was happy to hear her say that we can still try for a vaginal birth next time. I had planned on asking her if that would be an option since the last time I saw her it had sounded like there was no question that I’d have a c-section next time. But she brought it up before I even asked. She said that we will keep a close eye on things during my next pregnancy, as far as the baby’s weight and the positioning. During labor my doctor will allow me to push--but no more than two hours (rather than the four this last time). I am perfectly fine with that--I just wanted the chance to try rather than automatically have a c-section scheduled in advance. I trust that my doctor knows what she’s doing and is confident in her abilities to know if/when something is wrong so that if it looks like my next baby is going to get caught or that it could be be dangerous then we’ll proceed to surgery, but otherwise I can practice HypnoBirthing for another natural vaginal birth, since the HB obviously saved me from having a long dilation-phase and extra pain. For those who didn't read my HypnoBirthing blog, you can click here to understand what it's all about. (For those who came to this page due to wanting to avoid a posterior baby and/or small pelvis, I recommend you click on the following three links to blogs I wrote about this subject: Part One. Part Two. Part Three.)

I thanked my doctor again, telling her how happy I was with the way things went considering the circumstances. (I also learned that Logan's shoulders were caught in my pelvis, too, which is another dangerous situation, as if that happens before the baby's head is out then the head can get stuck, too, but also be too risky at that point for a c-section. Needless to say, I'm really glad I have a top doctor who can tell what's going on before it gets to that point!)

I’ve since either heard about or talked to ten people who had the exact same situation as me as far as the small pelvis and ALL of them ended up with c-sections. Even though it WAS rough for Logan and me, we both recovered quickly. Yes, that's not something you can know in advance, but a c-section wouldn’t have guaranteed that Logan wouldn’t have had to go to intensive care, either. We know someone recently who had a c-section and their baby was in the nicu for two whole days with a much worse situation. And, a friend of mine’s baby also had jaundice and had to be on the fiberoptic blanket despite NOT having a traumatic birth or being premature. So that’s why I want to just take my next pregnancy as it comes. (There it is again: "Hope for the best, but be prepared for the worst.")

Don't get me wrong--there are many women in my situation who prefer the c-section route, and there is nothing wrong with that since this is a valid reason to have one. But, for me personally, I really liked my HypnoBirthing birth experience (aside from the four hour pushing) and want to do it again.

My doctor and I chatted for awhile longer and then I asked if I could take a picture of her with Logan since I’d forgotten on the day of his birth. She said “sure” and kept commenting on how cute he was and that his face looked a lot better than when she’d seen him last and it’d been bruised. Once again, I was honored that she remembered him. She said that she loves her job, even though it’s crazy, it’s nice to be a part of the most special day of peoples’ life.

The only other thing we talked about was birth control (there’s a progesterone pill I can take while I’m breastfeeding) but I declined since I had such a bad experience on the regular birth control pill which I was on from 2003-2004. I should have asked her about some spotting I had that morning (and the following day as well) with slight off & on cramps. (I think it may be from my uterus contracting while breastfeeding.) It wasn’t my period, as the first is supposed to be painful, heavy, and long (greeeaat) but I don’t know when to expect it, because for women who are breastfeeding it can happen as soon as six weeks or as late as when a woman is entirely done breastfeeding (or any time between). Yes, there ARE perks to being pregnant: no periods!

That night Joe and I went out for hamburgers at Fatburger which just opened up nearby. Once again, we received a lot of smiles from other customers. A woman came over to our table and asked how old Logan was. I said, "Six weeks exactly." She said that he looked like a really sweet baby and that God had really blessed us. I agreed!

My Son's Birth Story

This was originally written on Tuesday, April 22, 2008:

WOW WOW WOW, WHERE DO I BEGIN?!

I can't believe it was only a week ago that I last blogged (aside from my quick post on Friday). . .it seems like months! But, then again, I don't think I've ever had something so major happen in one week!

For those who have been following my blogs you know that last Tuesday my doctor told me that labor could possibly be within the week, based on me being dilated to almost 4 cm that day. However, I then read on the internet that some women were as dilated as I'd been for up to two weeks before they went into labor. Since I technically still had three weeks to go, I began to wonder if the process was going to drag out until my due date.

I had menstrual-like cramps that afternoon & evening, as well as on Wednesday after I forced myself to take a walk around our neighborhood (not something I normally did, but was hoping to induce labor)--but then I didn't have any cramps on Thursday (I felt great). I'm pretty sure I lost my mucus plug that morning, though. After going pee, I turned around to flush the toilet and saw a blob of color go down the drain! I actually wish I had been able to study it better because it happened so fast I didn't know if that's for sure what it'd been. Once again, I read that didn't necessarily mean I'd be going into labor within 24 hours (although that IS the most common).

I'd stopped getting my hopes up and no longer believed labor would happen that week, and therefore was NOT prepared. I'd planned to do the laundry and clean the house on Friday, as well as shave my legs, haha--because I felt tired all of Thursday. I took a three hour nap and sat on the couch watching TV pretty much the remainder of the day. (The last movie I watched was Double Jeopardy on television for the severalth time and the last food I had was popcorn, haha.) I hadn't felt so fatigued since my first trimester. . .but I'm guessing my body knew it was about to go into labor and I needed rest!

Looking back, I should have sensed something was up. At 10 pm I felt a "surge of energy." Not only had I previously been exhausted all day, but my mood had been down. Suddenly I was in the best mood ever. I was laughing and moving around easier than I had in a long time. (I remember actually twirling around in our bedroom.) I mentioned to Joe that maybe I should do the laundry and clean the house now that I felt so good, but I decided it was too late and so we went to bed at 11 pm. It didn't take long for me to be in a sound sleep.

Then. 1:53 AM.

I will never forget the sensation of what happened for as long as I live. It was as if a dam opened up inside of me. . .or someone began pouring a gallon of water out of me! In other words, a "pop" and then a RIVER of water with a ton of pressure shot through me. At first I thought I must be dreaming something scary--but then I snapped awake, realizing what was happening!

I yelled "JOE!" and jumped out of bed, already knowing that I'd lost a ton of amniotic fluid. Water was draining out of me as I ran to the bathroom. He immediately woke up and exclaimed, "What? Your water just broke?!"

"Yes!" I shouted.

I had to tell myself not to panic as I sat on the toilet and more water gushed out. I'd remembered the ultrasound technician telling me I had an above average amount (so I could afford to lose a lot). It was just not like what I'd expected! Everywhere I'd read, every person I'd talked to about this, had all said "it's not usually a gush like on TV--in most cases it's just a trickle and half of the time people never even know their water breaks." But there was no denying mine! (I wish that I had protected our bed, but fortunately it didn't stain. Before walking out the door we threw the sheets and my cozy red pjs into the washing machine, and now you'd never know. Same for our carpet.)

Joe immediately called the hospital (he had to talk to five different people so I kept hearing over and over, "My wife is thirty-seven weeks pregnant and her water just broke"). The last person told us to come in right now and they'd page my doctor. Thinking about my stubbly legs, I yelled, "Ask them if I can take a shower first!"

"A quick one."

So, I proceeded to get into the shower, only to realize at that point that it was going to be too difficult to shave and, frankly, I no longer cared. So, I just washed my face, brushed my teeth, and that was that. I didn't blow dry my hair or anything else--I put on pink sweatpants and my blue Bubba Gump Shrimp sweatshirt (obviously wearing matching clothes wasn't my priority) and joined Joe downstairs where he was making sure we had our necessities and let the dogs out. I typed the quick I'm In Labor post here, and then Joe sent an e-mail to his office telling them it was "go time!"

I was still leaking small amounts of fluid and so we put a plastic sack on the car seat and headed to the hospital. With it being the middle of the night there were hardly any other cars on the road so that was nice--the ride was only 15 minutes (ten minutes faster than it had been on the nights we'd gone to our childbirth classes).

As I stared out the window, I could not believe the moment was actually happening. This was really it! Everything I'd been practicing, preparing for, thinking about for so long--there was no more wait, the time was here!!! I was so pumped, so excited, so motivated--I wasn't scared or nervous at all, I'd been saying "bring it on" for weeks! I kept thinking of what our childbirth instructor had told us: "If your water breaks, you're guaranteed a baby within 24 hours." (Because otherwise infection could occur.) Logan's arrival was no longer a mystery!!!! (I love when mysteries are solved.)

Despite always knowing that my experience would be unique and that no one can ever completely prepare for their childbirth story, I still hadn't expected it to be such a dramatic rush like it is on TV. I'd been taught that I'd probably have all kinds of time during labor (especially with it being my first), so my bags were packed with things to do and we'd planned to call our families (although I knew I didn't want them in the room with me).

But, with my water breaking first, I couldn't even walk once we pulled up to the hospital at 3 am (let alone call anyone or do any activities). My contractions began at that point, although they were (once again) not like I'd expected. They immediately went to the final stage (in other words, they were as strong as they'd ever get and happened every minute). Also, rather than be similar to the tightening I'd had throughout my last two weeks, these felt like serious menstrual cramps. . .in fact, I've actually had the same degree of period cramps before (that's a whole different story).

As we stepped out of the car to head into the front entrance, a male nurse was walking out and could tell I was in labor. He said he'd get us a wheelchair. A guard then led us to the elevator and up to the second floor.

At this point I could no longer talk. I don't remember what the floor or anyone on it looked like, nor what was said. I was "zoned out." As many of you know, I'd chosen to do HypnoBirthing techniques for my labor and so I began to put them into effect, knowing that I must "ride the waves" if I was going to have a natural, medication-free childbirth for Logan. This pretty much meant being in a hypnotic state.

But I do remember Joe giving the staff my information and a nurse taking me to a room. She gave me a gown and showed me the bathroom. My water was still leaking so my sweats were soaked. After I changed into the gown, I was led to a bed where they hooked up the fetal monitor and checked my cervix. I was 5 cm dilated.

The nurse began putting my information into their computer. (I was annoyed it wasn't already there since I'd pre-registered during my childbirth classes.) There were questions Joe couldn't answer and so that made it harder for me to relax since I was forced to answer what seemed like a ton--but otherwise they were very accomodating to HypnoBirthing. (You never know when doing something out of the ordinary, so I was relieved.) The hospital staff was SUPER nice and helpful, wanting to do anything they could to make the experience exactly like what I wanted and for me to be 100% comfortable.

During this time of "riding the waves," Joe went to park the car. When he came back, he thought someone was pouring a pitcher of water. It turned out to be the rest of my water gushing out all over the bed! So the nurse checked my cervix again, at 4:45 am, it was 6-7 cm dilated. They told me that my doctor was now on her way.

I continued my deep breathing exercises as time slipped by. I vaguely remember Joe asking me if I wanted him to turn on my relaxation CDs, but I said no. The nurse also brought in a birthing ball, but everything that I'd planned on using now seemed like a distraction and I needed to keep concentrating in order to not lose my "zone." Joe tried rubbing my back and feet but even that was too much. He told me later that he cracked a few jokes that he thought were at least worth a smile but I completely ignored him, haha.

I tried standing up a few times and using Joe's support during the contractions, but I found it easiest to stay in bed (also not like what I'd thought, as I had figured walking around would be more comfortable for me).

By 5:43 am my contractions no longer had any seconds of break between them -- it was one right after another. The nurse checked me again and said I was between 8-9 cm. I was thrilled, this was faster than I had hoped and the pain not at all untolerable--it hadn't even been three hours since I'd arrived to the hospital and my contractions had started.

Other nurses were constantly in and out of the room and, despite me feeling only halfway conscious, I could hear them talking about the HypnoBirthing. Some were familiar with it and others weren't, so they all shared how impressed they were. They couldn't believe how fast things were going and how well I was handling everything with no epidural or pain medication. One said that in all of her years she'd never seen anything like it--as I'd become nearly dilated by remaining completely calm. (To them I just looked like I was sleeping peacefully the whole time.)

My doctor arrived at 6 am. She was like, "Didn't I just see you and tell you that you'd go into labor soon?" I laughed and said "yep"--she was right. She joked that she was proud of herself; she loves being right. I shouldn't have doubted her!

She was in and out of my room because another patient was delivering a baby down the hall! She said that in the past 16 days she'd delivered 17 babies so she was really wiped out. In fact, she had just fallen asleep at 1 am after another birth, when the hospital paged her again an hour later with both me and the other patient's water breaking! At some point I remember her going to get coffee, lol.

During the time when my doctor was with the other mother (we saw the other baby on Alegent Health's website; his name was Roman and he weighed 6 lbs, 13 oz, and was 20.25 inches long; the picture of Logan at the top of this blog is our hospital photo), I kept feeling the urge to push (my body basically was on its own) although it was not time yet. (If you push before 10 cm you can injure the cervix) So the nurses were telling me to breathe through it which was really hard--I felt like Logan was going to just pop out (I wish).

When my doctor returned, she said that there was just a tiny bit of cervix preventing me from being a complete 10 cm dilated and asked if it'd be okay for her to push it out of the way.

"Yes, please." (So I became 10 cm dilated at approx. 6:15 am.)

Strangely, my urge to push suddenly stopped but I started anyway at 6:30 am . All of the nurses were cheering, saying I was so lucky my labor had gone so fast, as they expected this last phase to be less than 30 minutes (since that is the average for most people with my duration of dilation). They were all congratulating me, saying I'd sailed through the hardest parts, that from my first contractions to birth would only be around 4 hours! My nurse mentioned that my doctor had four surgeries scheduled for that morning and she'd be able to make them all in time.

I was ecstatic I was almost done and had experienced my ideal birth plan. But. . .celebrating was premature. 7:00 am came and went and Logan hadn't budged at all. My doctor turned serious and said, "Okay, so here's the deal. Your pelvic region is small and the baby is facing up." (Remember how I mentioned in a previous blog that that was a concern of mine?! I knew by the way Logan kicked that he had never faced down like he was supposed to.)

I asked her what that meant and she said, "You have two options. You're doing an excellent job of pushing but it hasn't done anything because your baby is posterior which is making it even harder for him to fit through an already small pelvis. I can try and turn him and see if that makes a difference, but I'm warning you it's going to hurt like hell because I must stick my entire hand up there and twist--but otherwise the only other option is a c-section."

I didn't want to have a c-section so I gave her the go ahead to turn the baby. Joe says that was the only time during the experience where he felt like passing out, as blood went everywhere. I almost cried at that point but continued to do my deep breathing and relaxation which got me through it.

At 7:20 am I began pushing again. Unfortunately, my pelvis still stood in the way. I could hear my doctor rescheduling her surgeries and canceling several of her office appointments for that morning, as it became clear that my pushing phase was not going to end any time soon. :-(

I started to lose my zone and get upset, but my doctor helped me go back to my relaxation and deep breathing exercises. It was the only way I could have made it through those next few hours without giving her the go-ahead for a c-section. I pushed. And pushed. And pushed. And nothing happened. He didn't move a milimeter.

My doctor said she needed to make an executive decision. Since Logan's heart rate was still doing well, she was going to allow me to have the vaginal delivery that I wanted (the nurses said later that most doctors wouldn't have let me, but she ROCKS), however the only way I'd be able to is by getting an epidural so that my pelvic region would be completely relaxed for her to go up in there even farther and pull him with her hand. (My body wasn't naturally allowing her to do it.) It wasn't what I'd wanted to hear, knowing what I knew about epidurals. But, as I'd often written here, I knew that I might have to compromise part of my birth plan, and so I was okay with it because the alternative was worse, and so would have been taking any pain medication. So, I allowed the epidural in place of the c-section.

Since it is very rare for a woman to get an epidural after she starts pushing, the anesthesiologist said he'd be in after a couple of other labors and a surgery. My nurse was like, "Does he realize what's going on? Um, he's coming in here now!"

My doctor was still in and out, and said I could keep pushing if I felt like it, and so that's what I did on my own until I received the epidural at 8:30 am.

It's really true what they say about all modesty goes out the window in situations like this. I never thought I'd be naked in a bed on my hands and knees, butt up in the air, with strangers walking in and out of my hospital room--but that's the position the nurse recommended I change to in order to possibly help move Logan down the birth canal. I had hoped to have made some sort of progress by the time the epidural came (so that I wouldn't have to have one after all), but unfortunately I didn't. He still hadn't moved at all.

I was experiencing such major contractions that I had a hard time rolling up into a ball as the anesthesiologist told me to, but at least it prevented me from thinking about what he was doing. For those who read my HypnoBirthing blog, my fears of the epidural were the whole reason why I became interested in learning about HypnoBirthing! (But then my reasons for using that method became more for Logan's well being.)

Joe said the anesthesiologist didn't seem to have much sympathy for me. He kept saying, "I can't get at it clearly, you're going to have to do better than that." Finally he sighed and said my position was good enough.

Fortunately, I didn't experience any negative side effects of the epidural (nor did Logan) and it was obviously past the point of it leading to slow or stop in dilation (thus a c-section), which is often the case.

My doctor stayed with me for good at 8:30 am on, and twisted Logan with her hand again -- farther up this time. (Thankfully forceps or a vacuum were never used.) This time things began to move forward! It was still slow, though. . .every push I thought had to be "the one"--but there was always another. I couldn't believe Logan wasn't out yet. It was so exhausting. I really felt like I couldn't do it anymore, but then I remembered that our childbirth instructor had said that when you feel you have absolutely nothing left then you know you are almost done. So, I kept pushing, but I really didn't care about anything anymore. I whimpered, "Can you please just get him out now?" My doctor said that now was not the time to give up, I had passed that point, and I needed to keep going.

The bad part about the epidural is that even though I still felt pain, it made it harder for me to feel when I should push (since I didn't want pitocin). Before, my contractions were very clear to me which is what I'd wanted--I prefer to know what's going on. After the epidural I kept having to ask, "Is this one?" (because you're only supposed to push when having a contraction). I really couldn't tell one pain from another. It was all blended.

It turned out my third push (I always pushed in threes, with Joe counting to ten each time) was always my best, so we began to delay my pushes. It wasn't long before my doctor said, "Look at that head of hair!" I was hoping that meant his head was out, but it was just the top. She said Joe's eyes bugged out of his head, haha. He later said it was pretty incredible.

Those last "however many pushes" are a blur. I swear by the end I was having an out of body experience. I knew that more people came into the room (there was a woman who went right down to the front and started cheering me on. . .I was thinking, who the heck are you?!) but otherwise I couldn't tell you a thing that went on. I was so focused on getting my baby out!

FINALLY around 10 am, my doctor said that I had just a few more pushes to go (I assume Logan was crowning). At this point Logan's heart rate did start to drop. That had always been my fear from watching TV shows, but I was really impressed with the calm way everything was handled from beginning to end. Never did there seem reason to panic or get scared--it always seemed like my doctor had everything under control. I kept feeling her tap his head which got his heart rate going again.

Unfortunately, he twisted again at the end and was side up. Suddenly, it became imperative to get him out fast so that he wouldn't smother, and so my doctor asked if it'd be all right to perform an episiotomy. (Something else I had originally declined in my birth plan.) Between breaths, I said, "Do it." (Once again, it was appropriate for the situation; since she did it while I was having a contraction and pushing, it didn't hurt.)

Seconds later (after 3.5 hrs to dilate and 4 hours of pushing), at 10:30 am on Friday, April 18th, 2008, Logan James entered the world!

Honestly, I don't even remember him coming out. I was still having an out of body experience. There wasn't a big relief "down there" like I'd always thought it'd feel like, nor did I start crying as I always imagined I would (since I did every time I watched A Baby Story and they got to that part). I think I had used up all of my emotions!!!

I saw a group of people pick him up (my doctor had called for assistance) so I asked, "Can I hold him?" (my birth plan had said I wanted him immediately placed to my chest). But then I realized Logan wasn't crying or breathing and so they said they needed to work with him for a minute.

They took him to a table and began suctioning him, stimulating him, and putting the oxygen mask on him. I hadn't really seen him yet so I just stared at the cross hanging on the wall in front of me; I was in a daze but I really felt everything was going to be okay. I knew that I had entered the world the same way, and from carrying Logan I could tell that he was strong.

My doctor congratulated me and told everyone that I'd always been soft spoken--you'd never know I was such a tough cookie, lol. She then sewed me up (after my placenta was expelled--the pain wasn't gone until that was out. . .I was surprised at how huge mine was! They say it usually weighs 1.5 lbs, but I swear mine was more :p), while Joe stood by Logan as they made him cry (he videotaped a little bit) and they did his apgar test (the only score I heard was 8, which was good enough for me), and weighed him. He was higher than the ultrasound technician had predicted on Tuesday--his birth size ended up being 7 lbs, 13.7 oz, and he was 20.5 inches long!

I was relieved when I heard him cry, although he was still not breathing the best. I was allowed to hold him then, though--and this is the part that always makes me cry--when I held him for the first time and began talking to him, he opened his eyes and looked right at me. . .and his breathing became normal! They still took him to the intensive care, but he was breathing on his own by then, and within a half-an-hour we were told he'd be released to the regular nursery!

Joe was able to check on him frequently during his time in the NICU, so I felt okay being a part from Logan as I was taken to my recovery room. Before my doctor left, she spoke with me seriously, as well as later on, about my next pregnancy. She said that I need to be open to a c-section if things are identical during my next labor. I understand--since this birth did put strain on Logan. His face was all bruised when he came out and, no surprise, he had a cone head. Most serious is that like 50% of newborns (including me) he had jaundice, which (aside from premies, where 75% have it) it is often linked to trauma during birth.

I'm fortunate that I was able to have at least one experience of a vaginal childbirth and that it was the best I could have hoped for under these circumstances. My pushing phase was the type that often led to stillborn babies centuries ago, as well as sometimes death of the mother. Thank God we live in our current time!

The neat thing about HypnoBirthing is that it doesn't matter if you don't end up able to follow the plan to a T--your preparation makes you able to handle whatever complications arise and to still deal with them better than if you hadn't practiced the techniques. I feel it kept me calm, cool, and collected during my complication (having a small pelvis & baby in a posterior position) and allowed me to not need a c-section this time. Even though I ended up having to have an epidural at the very end (although it wasn't for pain--I still consider myself to have had a natural delivery because I went through everything and even pushed for two hours without it. I could have continued to do it if my doctor hadn't insisted I needed it for Logan to finally come out instead of the c-section, which was true) -- I'd consider HypnoBirthing a success and would recommend it!

It's definitely not for everyone, though. You have to really want it and be committed. You also have to be okay knowing that you won't be "free" of pain (at least I wasn't). But, as surprising as this may sound considering what I went through during my pushing phase, childbirth was definitely not the worst thing I've been through, nor was the pain as bad as I had always imagined. Pregnancy itself was harder and more painful. My childbirth experience was the best adventure of my life! Most importantly, Logan made it through.

My doctor said to me, "You are lucky that he came three weeks early because otherwise Logan would have been 10 lbs and there's no way he could have come vaginally." (UPDATE: This isn't entirely true. It is possible for me to have another vaginal birth next time, even if my next baby is bigger. I posted three blogs on how I could have avoided a posterior baby and how I can work with my pelvis next time. Click on the following links to read how. Part One. Part Two. Part Three.)

I thanked my doctor and have since decided I'm in love with her. :p I guess she's probably used to that with her patients, considering childbirth falls under the category of "traumatic experiences." In other words, it's like my body and mind consider her an angel who helped me come out of this unscathed and almost back to normal. I can't even feel my episiotomy or any other recovery-pain down there anymore! It's really shocking to me, I CAN NOT BELIEVE MY BODY DID WHAT IT DID and I'm not left for dead. Also, I already lost twenty-three pounds in three days (still have nineteen to go, as my final weight gain was 42 lbs) and am wearing the clothes I wore in November, only this time am able to walk fast again, bend over, carry things. . .yes, I've been longing for all of this for so long, so I am not taking for granted every second that I feel like my old self again!

I guess it's just proof that our bodies really were made to do this! My labor experience wouldn't have even been rough if not for my pelvis & posterior situation; But then you would have all hated me because I would have said that childbirth was a piece of cake. :p Because of my pushing phase, I admit it was definitely hard work--but yes the cliche is true--it's all worth it and I'll do it again (just not for a few more years, lol).

I have a beautiful baby boy who I feel more love for than I ever thought possible. I should have pink hearts floating all around me. I can't believe I made a real baby. . .he's the most innocent, sweet, cute, perfect little thing I've ever seen and I am adoring every moment with him. I never want this feeling to go away. . .I'm so happy. In my life I sometimes tend to look forward and not be content with the present unless everything is in place. Right now everything is totally out of place but I am more content than I've ever been. :-)

I Had The Baby (Just Kidding, April Fool's)

This was originally written on Tuesday, April 01, 2008:

It's April! Joe and I thought about calling people today and telling them we'd had L.J. (since it's April Fools Day), lol. Instead, I played a trick on him! I never have before, but his mom called me this morning and recommended I tie a rubberband around the sprayer on the kitchen sink so that it would shoot him with water when he turned on the faucet, he-he. It was a success :-)

At first I didn't think it was going to work--the rubberband couldn't get tight enough to do the job without breaking. But then I tried a different one and it worked! Joe wasn't even looking when he went over to the kitchen sink and turned it on, so it sprayed ALL over his shirt! He turned around and glared at me and said, "It's April Fools Day, isn't it."

I told him to blame his mom, haha!

Apparently they used to do stuff like that all of the time while he was growing up. One year his dad changed the clocks in the house so that his mom arrived to work one hour early. Another year his mom switched the salt and sugar so that his dad put salt on his cereal. Joe said, "All right, it's on--you just wait until next year." A-oh. My family never did any pranks while I was growing up so I may regret this!

For real, though, I did experience "some type" of contractions on Sunday. They were possibly Braxton Hicks, but I really don't know since I haven't experienced them in the way that everyone else describes. Whatever they were, it wasn't like what I'd expected with either real contractions or Braxton Hicks, so I've been referring to them as "contraction-like-thingies." Basically, despite just vegging out all day, my stomach kept tightening up. (In the past, I've only experienced that sensation when walking around for long periods--like at Nebraska Furniture Mart. The last time we were there I joked to Joe that if I want to go into labor I should just go there!) But this time it was all day long. Braxton Hicks are supposedly without a pattern and off and on. Real contractions are constant and painful. These were constant (lasted for hours without any releasing) and uncomfortable--but not painful or serious. When I woke up on Monday they were gone. I guess it could be my body's own unique way of having Braxton Hicks.

When I was at Jenn's last Thursday I mentioned that maybe I still had a ways to go because I'd never experienced Braxton Hicks (more than 50% of women start getting them at the beginning of the second trimester!) But she said with all three of her kids she didn't have them until the week before she went into labor. Hmmm. . .

Not much has happened since my blog on Sunday night. Yesterday (Monday) we had rain all day which was kinda nice. I don't think we'd heard thunder and seen lightening since we moved into this house last August 29th.

Melissa moves to Arizona this Friday and so she and I are getting together for the last time tomorrow (Wednesday). :-( She did say that she will be back, though, whenever their house sells because they are leaving their furniture here and will have to come back to get it. So she'll get to meet L.J. when he's still a newborn. I'll also get to see her in September, as our mutual friend (both Joe and Jake's best man) is getting married on the 6th.

I will conclude with some random things. . .

I tried one afternoon last week to take the dogs for a walk, but could only make it around the block. Otherwise, I haven't been for a walk since late September! Soon enough, though, I'll be able to. . .with L.J.!

Last Sat. at scrapbooking, Sarah was going through morning sickness and I could identify SO easily--and yet at the same time it seemed like a million years ago since I was at the beginning of pregnancy! I can't believe how long ago the fall of '07 seems. I feel like a completely different person now. It's probably true that I've never changed so much in one year. I really hope that my next (and last) pregnancy will be better in the sickness department. A lot of people say that pregnancy goes fast, but it has definitely not gone that way for me! I'm sure I'll feel the same way when I'm ninety. My mom was talking to my grandma (her mom) on the phone recently and she said that she remembers very clearly how much she hated being pregnant more than fifty years ago with all three of her kids! So maybe it's a family thing!

I've been writing twice a month in a journal I bought for L.J. in early September. I plan to write as often as possible once he's born until it ends--because it's a thick book, so I should be able to get some good childhood years in there, which hopefully he will enjoy reading about when he's an adult.

We still have Halloween candy leftover because until 2008 I really could care less about sweets. I am usually a chocolateaholic but I had no problem buying our Halloween candy in advance last year and not eating it--that was definitely a "pregnancy thing."

I think I'd be a walking-disaster if I hadn't found out L.J.'s gender. As I've said before, this pregnancy has been long enough already! It's enough of a surprise just to know when he's coming and what he'll look like! Knowing he's a boy has helped me focus on something positive during this experience. Best of all, it's allowed me to bond with him much better than if I hadn't known who he was.

Until now I've been worried about my weight not coming off after I have the baby, but now I have a feeling I'm going to feel thinner than I ever have in my life as soon as this baby's born--even though I will still be at my heaviest--since I'll be losing the most amount right away. I can't imagine how that will feel, it's been so long since I was just carrying ME around!

Cosmo is back to his 9.5 lbs, but Bella has remained at her higher 11.5!

I read about Christina Aguilera's birth story the last time I was getting my oil changed--and I was horrified to read that she scheduled a vanity c-section. I'd read about these in my HypnoBirthing book but couldn't believe people actually do them! Apparently they are common in Hollywood with celebrities--and, sure enough, Christina was totally bla-zay about it, saying something like, "I didn't want to experience any pain or vaginal tearing so I scheduled a c-section a couple of weeks before my due date." What?! As you might remember from my HypnoBirthing blog, c-sections are serious and should only be done for a valid reason, like when there is a complication--not for a vanity issue!!!

At one point I mentioned here that I was worried I might have to go on bedrest at the end of my pregnancy, but I think it's safe to say that's not going to happen! :-)

My belly button still hasn't popped out--it's remained flat rather than an innie like it was before the last day of January. From what I've read, some women's pop out and others remain flat the entire time. Here's what experts say:

The belly button is the scar of the connection of the umbilical cord. The deepest part of the belly button is tethered to the abdominal wall fascia. The shape of the belly button is from the overlying fat and skin with the deep attachment holding the typical "innie" shape. With the distension of the belly of pregnancy, the abdominal wall pushes out. This can change the shape of the belly button, for some more shallow and for others, "pop out." For most pregnant belly buttons, this is a temporary situation that reverses after delivery.

As for the "don'ts," I've now had Cherry Coke and cold lunchmeat each a total of 9 times in pregnancy, asiago cheese once by accident, no ceasar salad dressing, tea, or herbs, and no seafood except for cod and shrimp which added together equal five times. A few times during the third trimester I've woken up in the night on my back (it seems to be harder to sleep on my side at the end of pregnancy because gravity wants to keep rolling me over) but 99% of the time I'm on my side. I haven't done any heavy exercise, tanning, or use of electric blankets, saunas, or hot tubs. I haven't had any contact with litter boxes (or cats at all for that matter) and have only come into contact with my dogs' fecal matter three times while pregnant. There's been no lawn work or paint, and I've only used house cleaners six times during these eight months--with the back door open and a fan going. No x-rays and no acne products. I've remained with my natural hair color since last June, and have painted my nails/used remover eight times while pregnant. So I haven't been perfect, but I think I've done pretty well compared to most people. For anyone else interested in doing the best you can with stuff like this, I own a book called The Complete Organic Pregnancy.

I once mentioned how I'd been the smallest in our childbirth class. Now I look exactly like what they had all looked like--I'm definitely not small anymore! (My waist is 41 inches now!) Knock on wood, still no stretch marks or varicose veins. I still credit the cocoa butter.

My stomach still gets numb sometimes, and now it also tightens up when I sit too long. Thankfully, I haven't had back pain in a month and never any swelling. No sciatica (ever) or insomnia (for over a month)--although my hands/arms have been falling asleep a lot lately during the night (probably because I have no choice but to lay on them, but also because poor circulation is common during the third trimester). I have also begun experiencing the "loose and aching joints," or at least this week my wrists and ankles have been hurting during the night since I go a long time without using them. (Update: I know see this was the start to my de Quervain's experience, which I blogged about here: Part One. Part Two.) Fortunately, I haven't had any menstrual-like cramps since my pre-term labor scare over a month ago!

My craving this week is V8. Very strange, but finally something healthy, haha! Fortunately, none of my cravings throughout this pregnancy were in the middle of the night or any time inconvenient for Joe :-)

This weekend is the car seat check at our local mall, so Joe and I will go to that on Saturday.

I've since found out that there is a wellness center here in Omaha that offers women help with HypnoBirthing! So maybe for my next birth I will use them to train me in the months before labor and to join me during labor. Because I've only been praciticing the HypnoBirthing on my own since late January so I know I'm not doing it exactly correct. (Hopefully it'll still work for me, otherwise I'll blame it on that, haha.) Their website is here.

I wanted to recommend a good book that my mom bought for me: Prayers For Expectant Mothers by Angela Thomas Guffey. Many times its hard for me to put my prayers into words--this book couldn't be any better of assistance. It addresses every new feeling and question about pregnancy with Scripture.

I mentioned to you about the mix-up with the breastfeeding and new parent classes. . .well, guess what? I was refunded for the entire childbirth series! That's right, we ended up getting those six weeks of classes for free! (I had just expected to be refunded for the two extra ones.) I like Alegent Health!

Recently I blogged that I was close to being anemic. Foods high in iron include Beef, Pork, Lamb, Green Leafy Vegetables (Spinach, Asparagus, Broccoli, Collard Greens, Mustard Greens, Kale, Turnip Greens, Parsley, Cabbage), Certain Fortied Foods (Cereals, Oatmeal, Pasta, Rice), Grits, Liver, Tofu, Barley, Most kind of Dried Beans (Lima Beans, Kidney Beans, Navy Beans, Soy Beans, Chick Beans, Pinto Beans, Black Eye Beans), Nuts (Almonds, Cashews, Walnuts, Sunflower Seeds, Sesame, Tahini), Dried Fruits (Apricots, Rasins, Dates - Prunes, Figs), Turkey, and Chicken.

Finally, I've been a bad girl. I never moved up my April 4th doctor's appointment, so this Friday's will be my first in a month (when I should have been going every two weeks). But it's the only appt. I've missed during this pregnancy and nothing has really changed, so hopefully my doctor won't be too mad at me--and nothing will be wrong!

I'll let you know how it goes!

Five Weeks To Go!

This was originally written on Sunday, March 30, 2008:

I'm in my 35th week of pregnancy, so after next week L.J. can arrive any day! I had a dream the other night that it's going to be soon. . .I hope so. It was weird because there was nothing going on in my dream. I was just with darkness and worried that I was going to be, like, two weeks LATE! A voice said, "No, don't worry, you're going to go before your due date." I suddenly felt very calm and peaceful--confident that the voice was right. I saw myself sleeping in bed with our clock behind/above me that said 4:30. The voice said I'd wake up abruptly in the middle of the night and have no doubt that I was in labor. (Because I've also always worried that I wouldn't know what were real contractions and what were Braxton Hicks, since I haven't had them yet.)

The next day I told Joe about the dream and said I only wish the voice had told me what day this was all taking place, lol. He thinks the 4:30 could mean April 30th (4/30) rather than it happening at 4:30 am. We will see! The good news is that I'm not moping around worried that I still have 5-7 more weeks to go; I know it sounds silly, but the dream really put me at ease.

I also had a dream back in October with my maternal grandfather who died in 2002. He told me that he was real in my dream and I said "I don't believe you--tell me what's going on in my life right now." He said, "You're having a baby!" I said, "When?" He said, "May. . ." and then winked, "or April." His smile was so "knowing" that I really felt that was his way to prove to me that he'd really spoke to me in that dream. Once again, we'll see soon!

Either pregnancy has made me psychic of some sort. . .or it's just made me have creepy dreams! Before being told to name my son Logan back in August, I had never experienced these type of dreams in my life, aside from maybe a de ja vu one every now and then (you know where you're going about your day and something happens and you swear you already dreamed it?).

My body has still been handling this pregnancy much better now than it did from Sept thru Feb. My only problem these days is the strain in my abdomen--which isn't minor. I'm fine (except for the drain it has on my energy) until about 4 pm. Then something happens where it's like my uterus expands and I feel like one of those sumo wrestlers--I'll lay down on the floor and then I can't get up! All I do is roll from side to side. . .lol, I feel like a big Easter egg!

Needless to say, walking around is not something I can do for long, but it's impossible to find a comfortable sitting or laying position because the weight in my abdomen gives in to gravity, so there's a lot of pressure toward whatever direction I'm leaning. So to get bigger would mean even more discomfort there. I'm trying to look at the big picture, though: this is my least miserable of the experiences during pregnancy. But. . .I'd still prefer less than five weeks compared to seven! Fortunately, I don't think my doctor would allow me to go past May 16th. So, if L.J. hasn't come by then, I'll be induced. But that means pitocin, which those of you who read my birth plan know I don't want, so I'm hoping for a labor like a girl I just talked to from my high school who had a baby recently after being asleep, waking up at 12:30 am to her water breaking, going to the hospital, pushing, and having the baby after only four hours of labor. If only we could all be so lucky! But I can try (she didn't get the epidural or medication).

Coincidentally, last night at scrapbooking I went to get a drink of water and one of the employees said, "May I give you some words of advice?" I said, "Please!" She said, "If you want a quicker birth, do it naturally. Childbirth is natural. When you're in labor, relax, take in the experience, don't be scared--your body will do the work. I've had five children and none of them were with an epidural or medication. The key was to breathe and let that oxygen get to that baby. Think about it as a positive experience, making it the best experience possible for your child because this is their only time for being in your womb and entering the world."

I told her that I've been planning to do it that way and hope that I can. She said I definitely can, so it was nice to get another boost in that direction. It's also a boost to know that I have several friends who are interested in giving the HypnoBirthing a try for their future babies and so I'm kind of the guinea pig, lol. I hope that I can come back and let them know that it worked.

Now that I've learned so much, it's amazing to me that this way of childbirth is only offered if you ask. Doctors are like, "well yeah, it usually works out better this way." So then why isn't that what they recommend to everyone and the picture that we all have in our heads? Instead we think there's no other way than pain and suffering. It's like someone out there thinks the majority of women can't handle it, so they don't want women to get their hopes up. It's easier to just offer medication and an epidural to shut them up or prevent them from getting disappointed if things don't go the way they'd wanted. I have more faith in women than that!!! Even if things don't go ideal for me, or I end up having needing an epidural, I'll be glad I knew ALL of my options and that at least tried.

For example, on A Baby Story recently there was an episode where the woman was doing everything against what HypnoBirthing teaches. . .and it looked like an awful experience. Before she got to the hospital she was like, "This baby better not cause me any problems! It's already caused me enough pain!" Aside from blaming her child for everything, I was thinking, that's not a very positive attitude to have. . .but then again I've never been in labor. I doubt I'll be in the best of moods, either! However, then she got to the hospital and was like, "I want this to be over fast--give me the epidural now!" She wasn't even trying to relax. I thought, geeze, no one's telling her that her behavior is actually making things worse and that if she wants it to go fast, she's doing the opposite.

Despite having the epidural, she was grimacing in pain during every contraction and swearing at everyone. It was really an example of how not to be unless you want to make labor worse! By the time she was pushing, she was screaming and force-pushing. I was tense just watching her. Needless to say, I haven't watched A Baby Story since because I don't want others' births to interfere with the HypnoBirthing I've been practicing!

L.J. has continued to be strong and active. If Joe is sitting close to me on the couch, he is able to feel L.J. nudging him! I managed to gain another pound this week, so I'm up 31 now. L.J. is estimated to be 6 lbs and is less than 19 inches long.

On Thursday I spent the day at Jenn's (next door) with two of her other scrapbooking friends, which was a lot of fun. I hope to join them regularly now.

As mentioned earlier, last night I went to the paid scrapbooking with Heather, Sara, and Sarah for the last time before L.J., which was a nice getaway. I'm glad there have been more opportunities for "getaways" lately because I know I will need them when L.J.'s here. Jenn said that once a month she and her friends (all stay-at-home-moms) do a "Ladies Night Out" and that I am welcome to join them. I said that sounds like fun. In the meantime, I'll continue to go to her house for a day, every other week, where we also eat lunch and have "girl talk" while the kids play (or babies sleep and eat).

Otherwise, that's about it for my update this week. An old college friend had a baby girl on Wednesday (exactly one week early) and last night I learned Sarah (who scrapbooked with us for the first time last night) is pregnant. It's the year for babies!

Birth Plan: HypnoBirthing

This was originally written on Wednesday, March 05, 2008:

Here is my birth plan, finally! For those who aren't familiar with this concept, during your pregnancy it is important to figure out what you want and don't want during childbirth. Studies have shown that childbirth goes better for women (and their babies) who do this, opposed to those who go into it blindly and just let the doctors direct the experience. Hospital staff prefer to have a hard copy of your birth plan, so Joe & I recently wrote out ours.

For my first trimester I was completely clueless as to what I wanted (just the thought of labor made me cringe, so it wasn't something I wanted to ever think about), but as time went on (and I realized that childbirth was going to happen whether I thought about it or not) and the more research I did, the easier it was to figure out my ideal scenerio.

Note that last part--because that's what a birth plan is--your ideal, not necessarily what is going to end up happening. It is important for women to not get caught up in "this is how it has to be"--it is not a success/fail type of situation. You have not failed if you find that life doesn't allow you to follow your birth plan. A person with the opposite birth experience is not more of a success. You're there to deliver a baby, not to stress yourself out with curve balls that might be thrown at you. You can't predict every possible scenerio, nor can you know what you're going to do in every situation. No matter what your story ends up being, it will be special to you and unique. At the end of the day all that matters is that your baby is safe, and once you bring them home you won't think or care about your labor!

Since being pregnant, I've heard a hundred stories, but not one is similar to someone else's. So there's obviously no way of me knowing exactly what my experience will be like. My particular labor is not something I can completely prepare for, but having a birth plan gives me a goal to shoot for, a path to try and follow, and something to focus on while I'm in the moment. For a lot of women, it does end up going as planned, so I hope that things go smoothly and that it can be that way for me. Either way, I've learned some great tips that can work throughout motherhood and life.

It all started when a friend of mine from high school and college had her first child in 2005. I was in awe that she not only had a completely natural vaginal childbirth (no medication, no epidural) but that she said the labor wasn't bad at all. How could that be possible? My entire life all I've heard is how bad the pain is; on TV women are screaming during the birth, etc. But she had nothing negative to say about the experience. I thought she must be a rare exception.

Her next child was born in 2007 the same way--just a day after I found out I was pregnant. When I revealed my news to her a few weeks later, she recommended the book HypnoBirthing: The Mongan Method by Marie F. Mongan, M.Ed., M.Hy. She insisted that she wasn't "lucky" or "special," but that this method could work for anyone.I was definitely interested in giving it a shot. My worst fear since I was a little girl is being paralyzed. The thought of having an epidural stuck into my spine and not being able to feel from my waist down is scarier to me than any pain! (And, although very slim, there is a chance of error that could lead to permanent paralysis.)

Plus, it is no secret that epidurals slow down labor (the purpose of contractions are to push the baby out--when a woman can't feel "down there," she misses a lot of cues and her cervix may stop dilating and the baby may stop moving), so labor is often dragged out/longer for women with an epidural, which means more need for pitocin (because epidurals completely cut off the flow of natural oxytocin)--but pitocin causes more pain than the natural oxytocin (what causes contractions). . .thus, a cycle.

There is also an increased likelihood of bladder catheterization, internal monitoring, and operative (i.e. forceps, episiotomy, cesarean) delivery.

According to the internet, other reported side effects include:

Dural puncture
Hypotension (29%)
Nausea, vomiting, shivering (frequent)
Uneven, incomplete or nonexsistent pain relief
Feelings of emotional detachment
Respiratory insufficiency or paralysis
Convulsions
Toxic drug reactions
Slight to severe headache
Septic meningitis
Allergic shock
Cardiac arrest
Maternal death

Long term for the mother:

Neurological complications
Backache (weeks to years)
Postpartum feelings of regret, loss of autonomy
Fecal and urinary incontinence or bladder dysfunction (inability to urinate)
Paresthesia ("pins and needles")
Loss of perineal sensation and sexual function

For the baby:

Direct drug toxicity
Fetal distress, abnormal FHR (can lead to emergency cesarean)
Drownsiness at birth, poor sucking reflex
Maternal fever (impeded thermoregulation from numb skin) leads to fetal hyperthermia and neonatal
NICU workup (spinal tap, etc.)
Poor muscle strength and tone in the first hours
Neonatal jaundice
Decreased maternal-infant bonding, behavioral problems
Hyperactivity up to seven years

Economic:

Increased costs (all epidural patients)

After hearing stories from women I know who did experience plenty of these, it just seemed that in a world where you can't avoid many negative things, I might as well avoid what I can--i.e. the epidural. Especially since another "ideal" for me is to not have a C-section, and as stated above, they've been linked to epidurals.

A Cesarean section, or C-section, is the delivery of a baby through a surgical incision in the mother's abdomen and uterus. It is a major abdominal surgery, so it is riskier than a vaginal delivery. Moms who have C-sections are more likely to have an infection, excessive bleeding, blood clots, more postpartum pain, a longer hospital stay, and a significantly longer recovery. Injuries to the bladder or bowel can occur. Also, a mother is not able to hold her child immediately after birth--she has to wait until she has been returned to her post partum room.

This is what my friend Kendra said after her VBAC (when comparing her cesarean and vaginal birth--she, too, had a natural labor without drugs):

Why I Loved my VBAC: The SMALL Stuff!

1. I ate lunch IMMEDIATELY after I delivered my daughter (Isabelle). I believe I was munching on my rib sandwich while I was being stitched.

2. I am able to pick up my toddler daughter with no restrictions.

3. My husband can never complain about getting hit in the genitals again (not like it happens frequently). I have him beat!

4. I have an ongoing excuse for taking long whirlpool baths 2 or 3 times a day.

5. I was able to quickly leave the hospital and get some REAL sleep.

6. I have no numb areas (I was numb around my abdomen for months after my cesarean)

7. People who know nothing about VBACs look at me like I have achieved some unbelievable feat.

8. I can compare vaginal birthing stories AND cesarean birthing stories with other moms. I love being versatile!

9. NO CATHETER!

10. Did I mention: NO CATHETER!?

As Kendra said, after a Cesarean delivery, you'll be dealing with a sore belly for quite a while. C-section patients typically stay three or four days in the hospital (opposed to one or two) before going home.

You'll either get a shot of pain medication every three to four hours or you'll use a system called "patient-controlled analgesia": You push a button when you're feeling discomfort and medication is delivered through your IV.

You may feel groggy and possibly nauseated right after surgery. Nausea can last up to 48 hours. Many moms also feel itchy all over, particularly those who received narcotics in their epidural or spinal.

You may feel numbness and soreness at the incision site, and the scar will be slightly raised, puffy, and darker than your natural skin tone. Sneezing, coughing, and other actions that exert pressure on the abdominal area can be painful at first.

If everything's okay, your doctor will remove your IV and urinary catheter, usually within 12 hours of surgery, and you'll be able to start eating when you feel like it.

You might have some gas pain and bloating during the first two days. Gas tends to build up because the intestines are sluggish after surgery.

In three to four days, your doctor will probably remove your sutures or staples. After that, if all's well, you'll be sent home.

Expect to need help — and lots of it — once you get home. Don't expect to toss your pain medication as soon as you get home. You may need prescription pain killers for up to a week after surgery, gradually transitioning to over-the-counter pain relievers. (If you're breastfeeding, don't take aspirin or drugs containing acetylsalicylic acid.)

Drink plenty of fluid so you don't become constipated. Your incision will continue to be tender for several weeks.

While it's essential to get plenty of rest once you're home, you also need to get up and walk around regularly. Walking promotes healing and helps prevent complications such as blood clots, but don't overdo it. Start slowly and increase your activity gradually. Since you're recovering from major abdominal surgery, your abs will feel sore for some time. Take it easy and avoid lifting anything heavier than your baby for eight weeks.

In six to eight weeks you'll be able to start exercising moderately — but wait until your caregiver gives you the go-ahead. It may be several months before you're back to your former fit self. You'll be able to resume sexual intercourse in four to six weeks if you're feeling comfortable enough, with your caregiver's okay.

I think by now you can see why I don't want a C-section. (Before Joe knew all about it, he thought that concept sounded better.)

Unfortunately, though, sometimes it's clear that a woman will need a Cesarean even before she goes into labor. Conditions that may require a planned C-section include:

• You've had a previous Cesarean with a "classical" vertical uterine incision or more than one previous C-section. (If you've had only one previous C-section with a horizontal incision, you may be a good candidate for a vaginal birth after Cesarean, or VBAC.)

• You've had some other kind of invasive uterine surgery, such as a myomectomy (the surgical removal of fibroids).

• You're carrying more than one baby. (Some twins can be delivered vaginally, but all higher-order multiples require a C-section.)

• Your baby is expected to be very large (a condition known as macrosomia). This is particularly true if you're diabetic or you had a previous baby of the same size or smaller who suffered serious trauma during a vaginal birth.

• Your baby is in a breech (bottom first) or transverse (sideways) position. (In some cases, such as a twin pregnancy in which the first baby is head down but the second baby is breech, the breech baby may be delivered vaginally.)

• You have placenta previa (when the placenta is so low in the uterus that it covers the cervix).

• The baby has a known illness or abnormality that would make a vaginal birth risky.

Conditions that may cause an unplanned Cesarean delivery:

• Your cervix stops dilating or your baby stops moving down the birth canal, and attempts to stimulate contractions to get things moving again haven't worked.

• Your baby's heart rate gives your practitioner cause for concern, and she decides that your baby can't withstand continued labor or induction.

• The umbilical cord slips through your cervix (a prolapsed cord). If that happens, your baby needs to be delivered immediately because a prolapsed cord can cut off his oxygen supply.

• Your placenta starts to separate from your uterine wall (placental abruption), which means your baby won't get enough oxygen unless he's delivered right away.

According to the September issue of Mothering magazine, in 2005 30.2 percent of the nation's births were by Caesarean. That's the highest rate ever recorded. The World Health Organization says that any time a country's Cesarean-section rate rises above 15 percent, the dangers of C-section surgery outweigh the lifesaving benefits it is supposed to provide. But it doesn't seem to matter that, in the U.S.:

1) A woman is five to seven times more likely to die from a Cesarean delivery than from a vaginal delivery.
2) A woman having a repeat C-section is twice as likely to die during delivery
3) Twice as many women require rehospitalization after a C-section than after a vaginal birth
4) Having a C-section means higher rates of infertility, ectopic pregnancy, and potentially severe placental problems in future pregnancies.
5) Babies born after an elective Cesarean delivery (when labor has not yet begun) are four times more likely to develop persistent pulmonary hypertension, a potentially life-threatening condition.
6) Between one and two babies of every hundred delivered by C-section will be accidentally cut during the surgery.

So then why so many Caesareans? Doctors are making the decisions based on fear of malpractice suits rather than medical necessity. But biologically, birth is a normal life process that is more likely to go well on its own, with little or no intervention. Women in comas have given birth undetected! Animals give birth easily, without screaming!

Instead of everyone being scared of birth-related morbidity, why aren't women and their doctors concerned of the chemicals that are dripped into their spines and veins--the same substances that have been shown to lead to more C-sections? Why aren't they worried about the harm those drugs might be doing to the future health of their children, as studies are now beginning to indicate is the case? Why aren't they afraid of picking up drug-resistant Staphylococcus infections in the hospital? And why, aren't women terrified of being cut open?

Because we've put more faith into science and technology than in allowing natural processes to carry on. Nature is to be feared, technology to be trusted.

That didn't logically make sense to me. But I knew from my experience with off-the-chart menstrual cramps that not having an epidural might be easier said than done. On the other hand, I've been told that the type of cramps I personally experience when having my period are similar to labor pains, and therefore I might be so used to them that I have a higher tolerance for pain. But imagine this: what if you don't have to suffer horribly without an epidural and can also reduce the need for a C-section? What if you can be 100% present and actually enjoy the experience as pleasant? That's what HypnoBirthing is all about.

On the East and West coasts this method is becoming more and more popular, which means in several years we should all be hearing about it in the Midwest, haha. In places like New Hampshire, where it originated, there are hospitals designed to help pregnant women throughout their pregnancies to prepare for this type of childbirth. For those who aren't that lucky to be able to deliver in a Hypnobirthing hospital, the book does a good job of teaching us the techniques, and there is a CD that comes with it.

Its main message is that we have programmed ourselves with the wrong message. For centuries we've set ourselves up to fear childbirth like none other. But, according to page three of the book, when fear is not present, pain is not present. Fear causes the arteries leading to the uterus to constrict and become tense, creating pain. In the absence of fear, the muscles relax and become pliable, and the cervix is able to naturally thin and open as the body pulsates rhythmically and expels the baby with ease.

Thousands of couples who have followed HypnoBirthing swear that this is true. After learning to embrace the body's innate knowledge of birthing, relaxing into the birthing process, and working with body and baby, a woman trusts that each knows how to do its job. In doing this, she also eliminates fatigue and shortens her birthing time.

HypnoBirthing is about women reclaiming their right to call upon their natural birthing instincts. It helps you to frame a positive expectation and to prepare for birth by developing a trust and belief in your birthing body and in nature's undeniable orchestration of birthing. By teaching you the basic physiology of birth and explaining the adverse effect that fear has upon the chemical and physiological responses of your body, you learn simple, self-conditioning techniques that will easily bring you into the optimal state of relaxation you will use doing birthing. The four basic HypnoBirthing techniques are: Breathing, Relaxation, Visualization, Deepening. (These are good to use in any stressful situation, throughout the rest of our lives!)

And, no, this doesn't go against the Bible. Scholars have found that there was never an actual curse placed exclusively upon Eve. In Genesis, God uses the very same wording in speaking to Adam as to Eve. The translators, though, influenced by the terrible conditions surrounding birth at the time, chose to translate the dictum delivered to Eve differently. So even church has falesly programmed us to think that childbirth is supposed to be horrible!

According to page 40, with our modern knowledge, we understand more clearly how fear of complication and resulting in death, not fear of birthing, caused women to look upon labor with horror. Extreme fear created extreme tension, and the tension, in turn, resulted in a taut cervix, unable to perform its natural function. Those who lived through the ordeal, as well as those who witnessed it, attested to the agony that was experienced in birthing.

Deaths in hospitals were the result of lack of sanitation and exposure to the contagion of illnesses of other patients, rather than complication or the danger of birthing. Nevertheless, deaths occurred, and the fear of death became even more strongly associated with giving birth.

It wasn't until the mid-nineteen-seventies that it was discovered that a source of natural analgesic lies within the body itself. American researchers discovered that opiate molecules, locking onto special receptor sites of neurons in the central nervous system, slowed down the firing rate of the neurons. They found that if they decreased the firing rate of the neurons, it resulted in a decrease in the sensation of pain. A state of calm was the missing ingredient that made the decrease possible. Endorphins--neuropeptides in the brain and pituitary gland--have an effect 200 times that of morphine. Endorphins produce a tranquil, amnesiac condition.

This was reassuring for me to read because I also didn't like the idea of any other medication during labor, either. It is a myth that the drugs they give don't cross the placenta to the baby. The placenta has no barrier.

The well-respected Physicians' Desk Reference clearly states that at this time there are no adequate and well-controlled studies for the use of these drugs with pregnant women. The PDR also points out that it is still not known whether these drugs can cause fetal harm when administered to laboring women.

Even pills, or any of the injected drugs used to take the edge off, can supress a laboring mom's efforts to work with her body's surges, as HypnoBirthing moms are trained to do. These narcotics can cause reduced muscle tone and prolong labor. Because of the numbing effects of drugs, the laboring woman is less aware of her surges and may not be able to efficiently assist in working with them to facilitate opening.

Fetology experts are now saying that the disorientation that a baby experiences when his mother has accepted drugs can result in disconnection between mother and baby and cause a long-term feeling of abadonment on the part of the baby. Studies have shown that babies whose mothers were medicated lacked the ability to crawl to the breast and were unable to suckle even with assistance. As long as indications point to a healthy, strong baby and you are in no dnger, be willing to protect your baby from the assault of drugs.

There may come a time when all accomodations to your wishes has been extended, but for some reason, your baby is not weathering it well. In such an instance, it may be determined that your birthing needs medical assistance. In this kind of situation, you will find that your relaxed HypnoBirthing attitude and techniques can still help you through whatever turn your birthing may take. Understanding the need for medical intervention and, along with your birth companion, being a part of the decision-making team will help you accede to whatever preparations need to be made. You will remain calm and in control of your circumstances.

So, to sum it up, Joe and I will be requesting that there be no medication administered, no epidural, and hopefully no pitocin or episiotomy.

As my HypnoBirthing book says, The more nature is able to take its course, the less likely you are to need an episiotomy. The thick rim of the perineum needs to gradually thin and unfold through each surge by natural pressure of the baby's head until, at last, it folds open fully to allow the baby's head to pass through. Tears in the skin can be avoided if the mother has practiced perineal massage and there are no rushed, violent pushes.

I would like L.J. placed immediately on my chest for skin-to-skin contact (it has been known to help with bonding, plus it is the most natural thing, as all mothers' body heat adjusts to the needs of her newborn!), some extra time before they put ointment in his eyes (an anti-biotic given to all babies since they are sensitive to germs for the first time), no hepititus B shot (as stated in one of my prior blogs, completely unncessary if the mother isn't sleeping around or using drugs), and Joe doesn't want to cut the umbilical cord--so the doctor can do that when it has stopped pulsating. (When it is prematurely cut, it abruptly cuts off the flow of blood to the baby, depriving him of that source of oxygen and of the many nutrients that will affect his health for a lifetime.) Finally, L.J. will be circumsized, although there is no medical reason to do so nowdays (it's our aesthetic preference).

The best part about all of this, is that I am actually looking forward to labor now, rather than dreading it. I will let you know how it goes!

UPDATE: You can read Logan's birth story here.