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You were not missed. And…STTN!!

Posted 14 Dec 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, not so much

It was not a surprise when I woke up this morning to the arrival of that bitch Aunt Flo. I’ve been having cramps on and off since Friday. However, prior to getting pregnant, I never got pre-period cramps, only one day of HOLY HELL MY REPRODUCTIVE ORGANS ARE GOING TO FALL OUT kind of cramps.

Being pregnant sucked. You all know how crappy it ended up for me.

I long for those days now.

John the Midwife says my Mirena IUD should eventually take care of my cramps and make my monthly visitor lighter and less painful. He also warned me that this first post partum period is going to totally suck. I’m fastening my seat belt as we speak.

No, not that belt. Extra points if you know what that is.
I should also mention here what STTN means for those not in the know. That stands for SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT.
Also, this took place in HER CRIB, not in our room.
Excuse me while I pause to do an effin happy jig.
We had her video monitor hooked up to our TV so all we had to do was open our eyes to see her. She did a lot of waking and squirming, but after a couple minutes would fall back asleep. From 11pm till 6:30 she slept. I woke up a lot, but got so much more sleep than when she’s in our room.
One problem was that she basically had icicles on her ears and hands. Our house is a quaint, drafty home built in 1932. Even with the heat set at 72 degrees it was still chilly willy. So, tonight we’ll attempt it again, but hopefully will keep her warmer.

Tuesday night FAIL and irrational fears of baby vomit.

Posted 04 Nov 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, I am a moron, not so much, The Hubs

Well, last night the hubs and I attempted to sleep in the same room as the baby…all three of us together instead of the 4 hours shifts staying up with her that we’d done the previous two nights. (Worked awesome, BTW (we got 5-6 hours of sleep at a stretch) but not really an option once he goes back to work on Monday.)

We went to bed around 2ish. Abby was due for a feeding at 4:30.

Wait…let me pause here to also add this tidbit. Abby’s butt was backed up for a good 36 hours, until last night when she had an awesome poop on her own. (Yep – I called poop awesome. I’m done for.) We were just about to use the ol’ lubed up thermometer on her booty when she did it all by herself. I thought – yay! The path had been cleared, now back to regularly scheduled pooping. Not so much. She hasn’t pooped since then, and she’s CLEARLY trying to finagle some out of her little body but it’s not working.

Back to the story at hand. We went to bed, and Abby WAS asleep…and then started grunting and fidgeting and doing all sorts of sounds and aerobic tricks to work her poop out (or so I assume). Did I sleep? Maybe…if dozing for 3 minutes and waking up to look at her is called sleeping. Finally at 4am I changed her diaper and fed her her bottle, and headed back to bed. She was SOUND asleep…and started up with it all over again. By 5:30 or so, the hubs woke up and asked if I’d slept. I gave it an honest “I don’t know” and he got up with her to change her diaper again and get her settled in the living room so I could sleep. I kept insisting that she’s trying to poop, he thinks she’s just making typical baby noise. So, he took her in the living room and I cried. (Of course, I had also just had a brief dream that I “tried again” with a new Abby who’s intestines worked correctly but ended up having weird deformed hands instead. That probably didn’t help in the crying department.)

Today is a new day.

Also…Abby spit up for the first time last night. And I’m not ashamed to say it freaked me the fuck out. (Pardon my french…sailor’s mouth is too easy when you’re sleep deprived.) We had just fed her a GIGANTIC feeding which I know is to blame…we let her sleep too long and she was starving so my brilliance decided, YES! Let’s give her nearly a whole ounce more than she usually eats!

Anyway, maybe it was the trick in getting her to finally poop on her own, because she did shortly after downing that bottle, but then promptly spit up after I had just changed her entire outfit since she’d peed on herself. It was no biggie to me, until she did it again, but MUCH more. And then I got scurred.

I know it’s just baby barf, and I didn’t mind it for the most part, but I just have this thing with barf. I cannot watch another human being vomit. It makes me get shaky and I get nervous and scared of having to watch it again. It probably stems back to when my cousins and I got dropped off at the movie theater when we were young, and one of my cousins ate like 3,495,751 sour patch kids or something and didn’t feel good. In my young, trying to be an adult mind, I thought – HERE! Put your head on my totally rad leather jacket with fringe I was given as a first communion gift! And then….BARF. All up in that fringe. I’m pretty sure I cried for days about that one. I took it to the bathroom and tried to clean it up, it was dry cleaned, but never was the same again.

Anywho, I was scared to feed her again. But she’s eaten 3 bottles since sans spit up so that’s good, but has added the “gagging face” to her repertoire of sleep faces that immediately makes me hide under her burp cloth.

And all that was just Tuesday.

What the hell was THAT?

Posted 26 Oct 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, not so much

Posted at 12:44am – so when I say “tomorrow,” that really means today. FYI. :)

As I was saying goodnight to the hubs and getting ready to settle in on the couch, I started getting a sensation something along the lines of “this kid finally punched through my cervix and I know if I check I’ll have an arm hanging out of my vag.” I’m not joking. I started panicking a little. Every movement the ninja made felt like things were just opening up for it to fall out.

Then I remembered that since my water still hasn’t broken, that thankfully, that is not possible.

However, I am in full panic mode about WTF is going on down there. My pants-baby fears are not being quelled. I just spent the last 30 minutes googling “10 cms without pain” and “full dilation without warning.” Luckily there wasn’t much. But I’m still worried.

Huhhh, now the kid is awake and moving again. Sleep is not happening tonight. I just know it.

I have an “appointment” with John the Midwife tomorrow (appointment meaning I have to call and find out when to come in tomorrow morning) and part of me is wishing for induction or maybe “holy crap you’re 8 cms dilated – to Labor & Delivery!” just because I can’t imagine living with this baby-falling-out sensation for much longer.

Dear Ninja: A Plea.

Posted 23 Oct 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, not so much

I’m just as appreciative of a good joke as the next girl, you know this. However, if these random contractions…these REAL contractions – don’t amount to REAL LABOR soon, we’re going to have a long talk about how rude it is to lead someone on.

I had the most painful one so far this morning, around 5:30am. It woke me up. I thought maybe it was just the evil combo of a braxton hicks along with a full bladder. However, after peeing, it was obvious it was much much more.

I’ve since had maybe 3 other contractions this morning that made me pause for a moment and made me unable to think of anything else. Of course, there’s no rhyme or reason to these contractions, and they’re lasting between 2-4 minutes a piece, with as much as FIVE HOURS apart.

My parental units will be here in about 5-6 hours.

I will say, if this DOES turn into labor this weekend, the Ninja will get a gold star for timing. Having my mom AND dad here for the big event would be more than I could ever hope for.

I’ll attempt to not get my hopes up.

Also, it’s snowing like a mo-fo right now.

Oh – and John the midwife called last night and said my bloodwork looked okay, so if nothing happens this weekend, I’ll be seeing him on Monday.

Add it to the list.

Posted 22 Oct 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, not so much
  1. Braxton Hicks starting around 16 weeks
  2. Gallbladder inflammation/attacks
  3. Rh negative
  4. Tested positive for preterm labor
  5. Dilated to 3-5cms before 37 weeks
  6. Bedrest

And now? Protein in the pee. Which is a cause for concern…that is a sign of pre-eclampsia. It’s slightly surprising since my blood pressure is usually pretty decent, but I did have a day of a headache that wouldn’t quit and some floaters in my vision yesterday. John the Midwife checked my reflexes and nearly got kicked in the face. I’m still not quite sure what that was for, but I did also mention the swelling I’ve noticed in the past couple of days, and the dent in my left shin from crossing my legs for 20 minutes the other day. My blood pressure was a little higher today (for me) but within normal range. He wasn’t too concerned about my weight gain – up 2lbs from last week (good GOD I’m 166lbs)…but did a blood draw for more info about the protein issue. John mentioned if the protein IS an issue, that they’d more than likely induce me.

Yep, the “i” word.

It makes me laugh; who in God’s name ever thought that someone who is 4-5 cms dilated would ever NEED to be induced, but apparently it happens. And yes…I’m still at 4-5cms.

I’m supposed to go in again on Monday for another check. My parents will be here tomorrow evening until Sunday – something tells me I’ll make it through the weekend, only to go in on Monday and have to go in for an induction the next day. Then my parents can just turn around and come back. :)