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Adaline’s Cesarean Birth Story


August 03, 2009 40 weeks and 4 days:
My husband had worked a midnight shift and came home at 7am. He got a whole 2 hours of sleep before I woke him up. I thought my water might have broken because my panties were all wet, but nothing else was coming out. I called the doctor and they told me to go to the hospital so that they could check my leakage to determine whether or not it was fluid. The test determined that it was not fluid. I guess that means I had just peed myself or maybe it was sweat or maybe both…yippy. I had a non stress test (NST) scheduled for the next day so they decided to do it while I was at the hospital. The baby was doing great. My nurse noticed that I was having regular contractions, so she did an internal and said I was dilated 3cm. She had me walk for an hour to see if there was any progress. I did and there was…she said I was 3+, maybe close to 4cm. Awesome. So she had me walk for another hour and then said I was 4cm. Because I lived over 40 minutes away from the hospital she decided to keep me there. Then the OB came in to check me for the first time. She said I was only 3cm but had me walk for another hour to see if I progress. I walked again. This time doc says there’s no change and sends me home. She said that I’m in early labor and she’d rather I labor at home (me too).

I was at the hospital for about 6 hours and I spent 3 hours of it walking around. I had an ultrasound scheduled for the following day at 8:30am to check the level of amniotic fluid followed by an appointment with the same OB.

August 04, 2009 40 weeks and 5 days:

My contractions continued throughout the night. They began getting stronger around 5am. By the time we got to my ultrasound appointment the contractions were 7 minutes apart. The ultrasound tech hurried since it was obvious that I was in labor. She said that the fluid looked good. We went across the hall to the OBs office. I had the same OB from the day before. She said that I was 4cm and she sent me over to the hospital which is right down the road. Now I regret going. I was really hoping to labor at home longer and that’s what I should’ve done, but I didn’t…I went straight to the hospital.
8:43am at my OB appointment

I was all checked into the hospital and hooked up to ivs and monitors by 9am. I had the same nurse that I had the day before. I told her that I didn’t want any pain medication and that if I changed my mind I would ask for it. She said that’s fine and never mentioned it again. Enter the doctor, whom I now refer to as “Dr. Sunshine”. She seemed to label me as a c-section as soon as she saw me and my husband. I’m 5’1, he’s 6’3 and I looked as though I was about to give birth to a school bus.

Dr. Sunshine sat on the edge of my bed looked at me and said, “Jennifer, I’m going to break your water. Is that okay?” I said, “No.” “I’m going to break your water, is that okay?” Again I said, “No.” She asked me again as if she was purposely ignoring me. I was telling this woman no and she was ignoring me, so I looked over at my husband for some help. I had previously told him that I didn’t wish to have my water broken. So I said, “Honey, she wants to break my water what do you think?” He was so excited about the baby coming and floating around in his baby bubble, so he just answered, “Yeah, sure.” What?! He later admitted to me that he wasn’t really sure what was going on (even though he was “top of the class” in Lamaze). So, with no help from him I once again told the doctor “No.” Then she asked me again. I was frustrated and I could see that she wasn’t taking no for an answer so I said, “Yes?”. That made her happy. She broke my water and it seemed as though I was leaking fluid on the bed forever. The nurse kept changing pads to keep me dry. No one told me if I was allowed to get up to labor and I never asked since it seemed like I couldn’t really walk with all of this water going everywhere. At some point the OB checked my dilation but I don’t remember whether or was before or after she broke my water.

Next in Dr. Sunshine’s bag of tricks was this little gem…”I don’t believe in pain.” She seemed to be checking me for dilation quite often and each time she did she kicked my mom out of the room. Every time she checked me she would ask, “Are you sure you don’t want something for the pain? I don’t believe in pain.” I told her no. Repeatedly. Every time she spoke to me she would use this loud, sing-songy, condescending voice as though she were trying (without succeeding) to comfort a small child, “Sweetie, I don’t believe in pain.” And she’d pat my leg. I kinda wanted to punch her in the face. No, I definitely wanted to punch her in the face (but I didn’t). Admittedly the internal exams were beyond uncomfortable, much worse than the contractions themselves. Otherwise, I thought I was handling the pain well. I was uncomfortable, it did hurt, but it was manageable. I was fine and I just wanted to be left alone. I never got to move more than sitting on the edge of the bed, but I was doing okay. Some time during all of this there was a shift change and I got a new nurse (but kept the same doctor…yippy-skippy).

I had read a ton about birth beforehand. Things were moving slow, but not too slow. I seemed to be progressing normally. My contractions were regular, they never stalled. They continued to get stronger, albeit at a somewhat slow pace. I continued to dilate and again never stalled. I had made it to 6+cm without medication. Then I overhear the doctor talking to the nurse about putting me on pitocin. I didn’t want to go on pitocin and I didn’t feel that I needed to go on pitocin. However, no one was asking me, no one was talking to me, and it gave me the impression that it wasn’t my choice. I don’t remember the details but I know I was talking to my mom and husband about the epidural and said, “I just want to wait.” Meaning I was open to potentially getting an epidural at some point but I felt that I was managing the pain well at the moment and thought I could hold off a little longer and see how it goes. However, the idea of being on pitocin without meds didn’t appeal to me. The nurse said to me, “If you plan on getting an epidural there really isn’t any benefit to waiting longer.”

Once again the doctor began pestering me about the epidural. At this point she also began to say how the anesthesiologist isn’t always available and sometimes they need to go to lunch and he might not be there when I want him. What, huh? That doesn’t even make any sense to me considering that they have someone available for emergency c-sections, but whatever. I was starting to get really frustrated. I was in labor, I was tired, I was in pain, and this woman was nagging me about an epidural. I just wanted to be left alone so that I could labor in peace. It was so noisy in my room. My sister and mother were in there talking to the nurse constantly. My husband, though quiet, was floating in his baby bubble excited to meet our daughter and oblivious to what was going on. Everyone was so excited that the baby was coming that everyone seemed to forget that I was confined to a bed in a whole heap of pain while trying to prepare to push a human out of my body. Between the doctor pestering me, the upcoming pitocin, and the room full of chatter boxes I agreed to the epidural. Once I had agreed to the epidural it couldn’t get there fast enough. I think I waited another hour before they showed up to administer it at 3pm.

I was afraid to get the epidural. The idea of that giant needle didn’t appeal to me. I didn’t like that they made my husband leave the room. I sat on the edge of the bed bent over holding on to the nurse. I was afraid I would have a painful contraction while they were trying to put the needle in and then I would move and mess everything up. I could feel them taping things on to my back. I didn’t feel the needle at all. The epidural worked almost instantly. It was great and yet completely horrible (the horrible part I’ll address later). Prior to the epidural I was so stressed out. It wasn’t the pain that was bothering me as much as the environment was. (Did you ever stub your toe real bad and as you’re bent over in pain someone asks, “Are you okay?” and you shoosh them? That’s probably because when you’re in pain you’d like it to be quiet so that you can concentrate for a minute until the pain goes away.) It was noisy in my room and the doctor had frustrated me beyond belief. But the epidural took that all away. Once I wasn’t in pain anymore I didn’t much care how many people were in my room or how noisy they were. I kept telling my mom she should bake the anesthesiologist a pie.
3:23pm Happy hopped up on the epidural

Dr. Sunshine returned to check on me and as she was giving me an internal said, “Now, that’s much better.” Since I wasn’t in any pain I didn’t tense up during the exam and it was much easier on her to check my dilation. She seemed quite happy now that I had the epidural, and ironically, she rarely checked my dilation after that.

Shortly after the epidural they started me on pitocin. No one asked me if they could give me pitocin and in fact no one even told me that they were going to, I just over heard it all. Had someone asked me I would’ve told them no, not that it would’ve made a difference. Pitocin induced contractions are supposed to be much stronger and therefore much more painful. I never felt a thing. Which brings me to the “horrible” part of the epidural for me. I’m the type of person that a dose of NyQuil can completely knock me out for days. I typically don’t take medicine for pain or colds because it makes me so loopy. This epidural was way too strong for me. I couldn’t feel anything, no pain, not my finger brushing against my own leg, and no pressure. I couldn’t move. I was practically paralyzed. Once I got the epidural I was suddenly extremely tired, I could barely keep my eyes open, my head felt weird and fuzzy. I had went to the epidural consult prior to going into labor and they had said that one should still experience some pressure or maybe even some mild discomfort or pain. That wasn’t the case with me. I had heard about hospitals that allow “walking epidurals” and others where you get to control the amount of meds you’re getting through a button. Because I didn’t plan on getting an epidural I had never asked whether or not my hospital had those options (they obviously did not).
Hubby and I after the epidural consult. We didn’t find it very informative. This is what we thought about it…

Some of you reading this may think, “No pain at all? That sounds awesome!” But I still had to push a baby out without being able to feel anything.

It was 6pm, I had dilated to 10cm and it was time to push. To be honest, I was a little confused as to what was going on. Another nurse had come in the room and the two nurses told me that we would do some practice pushing. I didn’t understand that this was “the big show” since the doctor wasn’t around. The nurses had to tell me when to start pushing and when to stop pushing since I couldn’t feel my contraction and I had no urge to push. I started pushing. I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t feel what I was doing and I had no idea if I was pushing hard enough because I couldn’t even feel myself push. I noticed I had a tiny bit of sensation near my tailbone and started to concentrate on that one area. I figured it was close enough to the target area to make a difference. I was in a reclined seated position, I wasn’t flat on my back, but I wasn’t sitting up either. My legs were in stirrups but one of the nurses and my husband were also holding my legs. I couldn’t change positions since I couldn’t move and no one suggested any other positions. The nurses did have me lean to one side or the other, but they kept my legs in the same place. After an hour of pushing Dr. Sunshine returned to check my progress. I don’t really remember her exchange with the nurses but she told me that she’d “let me” push for 2 hours. Then she went on to say something like, “Sometimes these things just aren’t meant to be.” I knew that women often push for several hours with their first baby so I felt it was too soon for her to make this judgment. And thanks so much for that awesome pep talk, by the way.

The doctor leaves and I start pushing again. Despite not being able to feel anything I must’ve been making some progress because they could see my daughter’s head. My mom, who was at the foot of the bed, later described it to me like this, “You would push and I could see the top of her head and then you would stop pushing and her head would disappear.” While I was pushing my mom kept receiving text messages from my sister who wanted to know what was going on. My mom had to finally go out to the waiting room and yell at her to knock it off. It’s a little distracting having someone at the foot of your bed receiving text messages while you’re trying to push. I still couldn’t feel anything. I worked harder than I had ever worked in my life. I focused on that tiny bit of sensation on my tailbone trying to poop myself in hopes that meant I was pushing properly (I did poop, by the way, and the nurses clean everything up right away so that you don’t even know that it happened. No big thang.) I prayed continuously as I was pushing. I wanted so badly to push her out.

Another hour went by and the doctor returned. She started talking again and I don’t remember exactly what she was saying. I said, “I thought you were going to let me push for 2 hours.” When she said that she’d let me push for two hours I thought that meant in addition to the hour I had already pushed leaving me one more hour to push. She had meant only 2 hours total. She told me that my baby was too big for me because she wasn’t fitting past my pelvic bone. She said that if I kept pushing the baby could get stuck and then they’d have to push her back inside and do a c-section. I wanted to keep pushing. I felt like I could do it if I had more time. Once again it seemed as though they weren’t really giving me an option. I didn’t trust my doctor at all. The nurses had been great. When one finally looked at me with a sympathetic face and said, “It doesn’t look like it’s going to happen.” I trusted her expertise and agreed to the c-section. The nurse asked the doctor what she should put in the computer as the reason for the c-section and Dr. Sunshine told her Failure to Descend.

8:17pm Resting after pushing, before the c-section.

I was devastated. I didn’t want a c-section. Everyone else seemed fine. They were happy that the baby was finally coming. This wasn’t an emergency c-section. The baby was perfectly fine and healthy through all of this as was I. No one was rushing around trying to get us into the OR to save our lives. The transition seemed to happen rather slowly to me, at least a half of an hour went by. The moment I agreed to the c-section I became 10 times more tired than I already was. I kept nodding off, I could barely keep my eyes open. There was some waiting around for the anesthesiologist and my husband got into his scrubs.

Eventually they brought me into the OR. The doctor said that she would prick me (poke me? I’m not sure) and to tell her when I couldn’t feel it anymore. After that they let my husband come in. No one asked me if I wanted to watch the birth. I knew that I didn’t want to see them cut into me but if they could’ve lowered the curtain while she was coming out I would’ve liked to have seen it. They had my arms strapped down. I was so tired my eyes kept rolling back in my head. I kept thinking that I was going to fall asleep and miss my daughter’s birth. I had to work very hard to stay awake.

The hallway leading to the OR. My mom was video taping this while I was in surgery.

At 8:52pm my Adaline Rose was born, 12 hours after getting to the hospital. I don’t remember hearing my daughter cry, although my husband assures me that she did.

All I remember is the doctor commenting on how big she was and how I would be able to wear a bikini because I was “all baby”. I still couldn’t see her but I started to cry. My husband and the nurse came over to me to show me the baby. The nurse was holding her near my right hand. I grabbed her toe and said, “Hello, chubby baby.” And then they take her away. My husband goes with our daughter.

There were probably six people in the room as I was getting stitched up, but I’m alone. No one was talking to me. I heard them mentioning something about blood loss and then someone keeps telling me, “You’re fine, honey, we’re almost done.” I’m fighting harder than ever to keep my eyes open. I had never been more tired in my life. Call me dramatic but I felt as though if I closed my eyes I would never wake up. I thought I’d die right there and never get to see my daughter. Everything was fine, I was fine, but I didn’t feel fine.

They stitched me up and moved me back into my labor and delivery room. I was cold, shaking, and my teeth were chattering, they cover me up to the neck with heated blankets.

I’m alone. I think a nurse was there, but I’m alone. It seemed like hours went by before I got to see anyone. In reality it was about a half of an hour. First my husband and mom came back and then everyone else came in shifts.
Some of my visitors in my room…

In addition to my husband and I there were 14 people there to welcome our baby girl. They all got to watch my little girl behind a glass window for an hour when I had barely seen her face. They knew her height and weight before I did.
This is only some of the people who were there to welcome Adaline.

She was 8lbs 6oz, 21.5 inches long, with a 13.25inch/33.7cm head circumference. That’s hardly enormous especially considering how long she was, although admittedly she was the biggest baby in the nursery.

After a quick visit for everyone to see how I was feeling everyone left except for my mom and husband. The nurse finally brought in my baby girl and I got to hold her for the first time. It had been 1 hour and 32 minutes since she was born. 1 hours and 32 minutes that went by where my helpless newborn daughter was laying alone without anyone holding her close. She was all swaddled up so I didn’t get to hold her hand, count her fingers or toes, or have any skin to skin contact. Shortly after that I got to nurse her for the first time. She latched on well. I don’t think that I nursed her for too long, in my memory it was all fairly brief.


My mom went home, they took the baby to the nursery and sent my husband to our new room. I was alone again and a nurse came to give me a sponge bath. I could move around on the bed now. It was time for me to go to my new room. She had me lay down flat on the bed and told me to hold onto my tummy (incision area?) when she rolled me over the bumps in the doorway. She was right, that helped a little. She gave me the same advice for when I needed to sneeze or cough.

I got to my room somewhere between 11:30pm and midnight. I wasn’t allowed to eat anything and while they told me I could have liquids (including milkshakes!) the cafeteria and everything else was closed. I was exhausted. They didn’t bring my daughter to me and no one asked me if I wanted to see her. I was glad because I was so tired I just wanted to sleep. They gave me Motrin and I took it in hopes that it would help me sleep. I didn’t sleep much between the pain and needing to nurse my daughter.

Adaline was born on a Tuesday and I went home on Friday.
11:18am Ready to go home…

Recovery wasn’t bad but it wasn’t good. I was in pain and I had difficulty moving around. Overall it was manageable. It was difficult and painful getting in and out of our king sized bed at night when I had to nurse. It hurt to laugh and to cough. I didn’t change any of my daughter’s diapers myself until we had been home for over a day. I just nursed her while my husband and mother took care of everything else. Thankfully we had no trouble breastfeeding and I nursed my daughter until she was 13 months old.
Dressing Adaline for the first time.

Sometimes c-sections are necessary, but I didn’t feel that mine was. If I hadn’t been badgered into the epidural I believe my pushes would’ve been more effective, without it I could’ve waited until I had a pushing urge, if I had the chance to refuse the pitocin my labor could’ve progressed on it’s own without potentially speeding up the process for the baby and my body before they were ready, if they wouldn’t have broken my water I could’ve walked around potentially speeding up my progress and therefore keeping the pitocin and epidural at bay, if a different doctor had been working they may not have intervened as much, if I hadn’t went to the hospital directly after my appointment they might not have broken my water, if I didn’t have an appointment that day I wouldn’t have went to the hospital so early and could’ve avoided the interventions, if I had hired a doula like I wanted to I could’ve avoided the whole situation. If, if, if. I was disappointed in my birth experience and I was upset at my doctor. I felt that I was forced into things and didn’t really have any control over the decisions being made. While I loved my daughter tremendously I had trouble bonding with her initially and that made it more difficult to take care of her when it was just the two of us. But she was just too big for me, right? Two and half years later the successful VBAC of my 9lb 6oz son would prove otherwise.

Now Adaline is a happy, healthy, beautiful, funny, smart, and kinda weird 2.5 year old. While her birth wasn’t what I’d expected, I am so glad that she’s here. I love her fiercely and we have an amazing bond. I can’t imagine life without her.

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Click below to go to my other blog and read the humorous story of my successful VBAC!
VBAC to the Future: An Illustrated Birth Story


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Wordless Wednesday: Jonathan’s Hospital Photos


These photos of Jonathan were taken in the hospital when he was 2 days old a few hours before we brought him home.
He’s 7 weeks old now.

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Introducing Jonathan Paul


Our newest member to the Cool Family arrived a week ago.

Jonathan Paul was born on Wednesday February 08, 2012 at 11:59am via unmedicated VBAC. He weighed 9 lbs 6 oz was 22 inches long and had a head circumference of 36.5 cm (14.37 inches). Birth story to follow when I have some time.



Things are going to be pretty slow around here blogwise. As you can imagine I have my hands full with a newborn and a toddler and I’m pretty much exhausted. There’s not much time or motivation for blogging right now, but I wanted to be sure to introduce the little man to the blogosphere.

Thanks for following along during the pregnancy.

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1 Week Left! (3rd Trimester Recap)


Today I am 39 weeks which means only one more week to go (maybe)! Here’s what I’ve been up to (pregnancy-wise) during this trimester since my last update.

(2011-11-16 28w3d)

At 28 weeks I had an appointment. I found out that I passed my glucose test, baby’s heart-rate, and my blood pressure and fundus measurement were good. This was my first appointment with “Dr. Motormouth”…called such because of his tendency to say a lot quickly and not give you much opportunity for questions. He didn’t seem concerned about the VBAC either way but was sure to let me know that I can (and should probably) schedule a c-section anyway because I can always cancel it and the schedule fills up quickly. I declined. He also gave me a VBAC consent form to sign.

(2011-11-17 28w4d) Total Weight Gain: 19.2 lbs

Signing the VBAC consent form.

(2011-11-20 29wks)

Thanksgiving Day.
It looks like I smuggled the turkey under my shirt!
(2011-11-24 29w4d)

Around this time I stopped the prenatal workouts that I’d started the month prior. Mostly just from being busy and tired.

(2011-11-27 30wks)


(2011-12-04 31wks)

At 31 weeks I had another appointment with “Dr. Sunshine” (see this post for more info). My sister had to take me to this appointment since Cool Daddy had to work. I gave her my signed VBAC consent form and she started right away with the negativity. Without getting into much detail about our exact conversation she just kept repeating to me that I might need another c-section, that I was “making it harder on myself” for attempting a natural birth, and then nearly yelled at me about needing to understand that they might just have to take this baby by c-section. Golly-gee, that appointment was a lot of fun. I was infuriated, however, instead of arguing with her I just nodded and said, “I understand.”. I called my husband on the way home and I was in tears for fear that I would end up with this same OB again for delivery. My husband calmly told me not to worry and that when I’m in labor we’ll simply call and find out who the doctor is and if she’s there…we’ll go to a different hospital. I was so proud of him for understanding how important this is to me 🙂
All of that aside, that day once again baby’s heart rate and my blood pressure were good (she didn’t measure my fundus). And thankfully I haven’t had to see Dr. Sunshine at an appointment since then and shouldn’t have to.

(2011-12-09 31w5d) Total Weight Gain: 21 lbs
Don’t let my smiley face fool you…I was furious!

Here is where I tell you that on 12/13 I came down with a stomach flu and was sick all day. Worse than that my husband came down with it 3 days later…the very day we were supposed to go for our 3D/4D ultrasound. I called everybody that I knew to try to get a ride up there for the appointment, but nobody could take me. We couldn’t reschedule because they were booked up clear through January. So disappointing 😦
On the plus side after I had that stomach bug the little guy started moving around like crazy. I really hadn’t been feeling him too much before that. Maybe it was just coincidence but after being sick he became much more active…particularly in the evenings. I love baby wiggles 🙂

(2011-12-18 33wks)

At 33 weeks I had another appointment. This one was with “Dr. Tiny” (she’s seriously little and thin). I asked her all of the same questions I’d asked Dr. Sunshine at my previous appointment. Somehow she managed to answer everything without raising her voice, being negative, or raining gloom and doom down upon me. Fancy that.

(2011-12-23 33w5d) Total Weight Gain: 22.2 lbs

On Christmas Eve my nephew became very interested in my bump and it quickly became the favored source of entertainment among the toddlers.

Which then led to this…

For our 2nd annual Ugly Christmas Sweater Competition I decided to deck the bump out in style.
I know…that sweater vest is awesome-sauce!
(2011-12-24 33w6d)

New matching jammies for the whole family is another Christmas Eve tradition of ours. This year I went with the grand-daddy of all Christmas pjs…red footed long johns with a drop seat! Don’t be jealous.

(Left: cousin Aunia Center: Jenn and her big belly Right: sister Jess)

After Christmas I had maternity photos taken.
Here are a few of my favorites.
(2011-12-26 34w1d)




Another OB appointment with Dr. Tiny. Everything went well.
(2012-01-04 35w3d) Total Weight Gain: 24.6lbs
Apparently if you take photos with a crappy cell phone it will result in you looking like a squashed mushroom from Super Mario Brothers.

So…a hippo gets dressed up for a wedding…
(2012-01-07 35w6d)

My sister-in-law got married. She looked beautiful and thin therefore I will not be posting her picture here 😉 Seriously, though, I do hope to write a post in the future about Adaline’s experience as a flower girl. Anyway, there was a wedding and I went to it and I was all big and I totally shook my pregnant groove thang on the dance floor. Coincidentally this causes complete strangers to fear that your water will break before their very eyes.

By the way…a few days after this I caught a head cold (which I got from Adaline) and the stuffy/runny nose continued for several weeks. Nice.

OB appointment with “Dr. Favorite” (She’s been my favorite since before I got pregnant with Adaline. She’s that doctor that I saw for preconception/infertility treatments as well.). My blood pressure and fundus measurements were good and baby’s heartrate was good in the 150s. I had to be swabbed for the Group B Strep test and had to do a clean catch sample so they could check for a UTI.
(2012-01-11 36w3d) Total Weight Gain: 26.4 lbs

This OB appointment was with “Dr. Lurch” (he’s quiet and kinda creepy with a mortician vibe to him). Everything was good and baby’s heartrate was 137. I didn’t have an internal exam (yay!).
(2012-01-19 37w4d) Total Weight Gain: 28.4 lbs

(2012-01-22 38wks)

Another appointment with “Dr. Tiny” went well. Blood pressure, fundus, and heartrate were all good. Internal exam, bleh, but showed I’m making some progress. I experienced some pain and difficulty walking the rest of the day.
(2012-01-25 38w3d) Total Weight Gain: 28.4 lbs

(2012-01-29 39wks)


And here are the weekly belly shots from my 3rd trimester.
(Click photos to enlarge)

As far as pregnancy symptoms go…

My heartburn has been on and off. It’s unpredictable.
For the most part I don’t ever seem to get back or rib pain anymore.

Around 37 weeks my belly started to get super itchy and within a week I developed a rash. I asked the doctor and she didn’t think it was PUPPP rash and said it just seems to be irritated, dry, stretched skin. The itching has lessened over the past few days and the rash hasn’t spread.

I’ve been having hip pain during the night for most of the third trimester. This past weekend it’s getting worse and sometimes I can barely walk even during the day as they pain has also spread to my pelvis.

This weekend I’ve experienced an increase in Braxton Hicks contractions.

Since it’s unlikely that I’ll post again before baby boy gets here I suggest keeping an eye on my Facebook page for baby updates. I’ll probably post the birth announcement there long before I get a chance to blog about it.

Make your predictions now…
When do you think baby boy will get here?
How big do you think he will be?

(If this helps…Adaline was 5 days late and she was 8lb6oz 21.5”.)

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Cool Baby Boy due 02/05/2011
(Clomid baby) VBAC hopeful
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Third trimester already?


I hit the 28 week mark on Sunday, so I’m now officially in my 3rd trimester! Here’s what I’ve been up to (pregnancy-wise) during the past 8 weeks since my last update.

I was 20 weeks on 09/18/2011 and the following day we found out that our little one is a boy! 🙂 A few days later I had a prenatal appointment. Everything looked good and baby’s heart rate was in the 150s.
This is how Cool Mama rocks an OB appointment…
(09/22/2011 20 weeks 4 days)

On 9/30 I turned 32. That has nothing to do with the pregnancy, I just never bothered to blog about it and thought I’d mention it.
(09/30/2011 21 weeks 4 days)

(10/02/2011 22 weeks)

(10/09/2011 23 weeks)

My sister was taking these photos and she said, “You’re boring just standing there…do something.”
This is what I came up with…

It’s also a cruel joke that my wedding photo is visible in the background when I was 8 years younger and 40ish pounds lighter.

Around 23-24 weeks the rib and back pain started. It’s only the right rib (mostly when I sit working at the computer desk for hours) and my back pain is on the upper right side. I had the same pains only on the same side while pregnant with Adaline, however the pain with her was more constant.

(10/15/2011 23 weeks 6 days)
Click here for more photos of me in the pumpkin shirt. You know you want to.

(10/16/2011 24 weeks)

Around 24 weeks I had another OB appointment. Baby’s heart rate was good again although they didn’t tell us a number. Adaline came with us to this appointment and the OB I was meeting this time was the one that delivered Adaline in 2009. Adaline was a very good girl during the appointment.

This OB (who I’ve taken to calling Dr. Sunshine…sarcastically) spoke to me briefly about my desire for a VBAC. To make it short she basically said that I can try for a VBAC but that my daughter was a big baby and chances are this baby will be big too and I may end up with another c-section. Mmm-kay.

After the appointment they let Adaline choose a toy to take home. She chose a small yellow Frisbee with a dinosaur sticker on it. In the car on the way home she says, “Thank you for the…what is this?” 🙂

At my 24 week appointment I wasn’t thrilled with my 7 pound weight gain, although no one seemed concerned with it. I started doing some prenatal exercise dvds. In the past four weeks I’ve done 8 days of prenatal aerobic, 5 days of prenatal sculpting/strength, and 5 days of prenatal yoga. I can only work out once Adaline is in bed so I don’t have a real schedule going yet, but my goal is to do aerobics 5 days a week and strength and sculpting 3 days a week. For weeks now my weight has stayed the same (although my belly is definitely growing) but all of the sudden yesterday I weighed in 5 pounds heavier than the rest of the month! Seriously, 5 pounds in one day? I hope my scale’s just wonky.

(10/30/2011 26 weeks)

Last Tuesday I had my 1 hour glucose tolerance test. The stuff that they gave me to drink was a bright red fruit punch flavor. I decided to check the ingredients while I was drinking and sure enough there was the artificial color Red #40 in it. That kinda really irritated me. I’m a grown woman who could care less about the color of the nasty stuff you’re making me drink. Is it really necessary to put fake junk in my body so that we can all pretend that it’s red? I don’t get it. Anywho, I’ll get my results at my OB appointment tomorrow.

This month I interviewed a couple of doulas and I made a decision over the weekend. I’m so excited about having doula for this birth. It makes me feel much more confident that I can achieve a successful VBAC. Yay for me!

Now I shall leave you with the lovely weekly belly shots from my entire 2nd trimester. I’m sure you’ll want to set this as your computer wallpaper (um, please don’t…creepy stalker!)
(Click photos to enlarge)

Proof that my belly is really that big…

Related Posts

Click for the latest pregnancy news
Preconception / Trying to Conceive
*Our Infertility Story: The Short Version
*Trying to Conceive: Take 3 (Secondary Infertility)
*Trying to Conceive Tuesday (Take 3 Continued)
First Trimester
*Wordless Wednesday: Two Lines
*Early Ultrasound 7 Weeks 2 Days
*Early Ultrasound 9 Weeks 2 Days
*The Night I Got Arrested and Changed My Name to David (not really): A trip to the ER, Ultrasound 11 Weeks 4 Days
*NT Ultrasound 12 Weeks 4 Days
Second Trimester
*Half Way There! 20 Weeks
*It’s a…
*Wordless Wednesday: Is That a Pumpkin Up Your Shirt?
Cool Baby Boy due 02/05/2012
(Clomid baby) VBAC hopeful
🙂

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Wordless Wednesday: Is that a pumpkin up your shirt?


Oh, great pumpkin!


My hips barely fit into that thing 😦


The sexy wind blown look.

(All photos were taken at 23 weeks 6 days in Brady’s Run Park, Beaver Falls, PA.)

This post is linked to Wordless Wednesday at…
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5 Minutes for Mom
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Related Posts

Click for the latest pregnancy news
*Our Infertility Story: The Short Version
*Trying to Conceive: Take 3 (Secondary Infertility)
*Trying to Conceive Tuesday (Take 3 Continued)
*Wordless Wednesday: Two Lines
*Early Ultrasound 7 Weeks 2 Days
*Early Ultrasound 9 Weeks 2 Days
*The Night I Got Arrested and Changed My Name to David (not really): A trip to the ER, Ultrasound 11 Weeks 4 Days
*NT Ultrasound 12 Weeks 4 Days
*Half Way There! 20 Weeks
*It’s a…
Cool Baby Boy due 02/05/2011
(Clomid baby) VBAC hopeful
🙂

Lilypie Maternity tickers
Coolest Family on the Block is committed to helping you find creative ways to have fun and make memories with your family all year-long. Don’t miss an idea, tip, or trick…subscribe and have updates sent directly to your email!

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