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Our Little Prince had his 6 weeks check-up on Monday. He weighed in at 10lbs 0.5 oz and almost 20″ long. He’s getting so big. The midwife who delivered him was the one who did our check-up. She commended on just how strong he is and how cute he is. She said that the noise he makes overnight are perfectly normal and healthy noises.
She also gave me a check-up. She said that my breast tissue is very healthy, that my abs only have a touch of separation, and that everything that should be together has come back together well. I had to give her a high-five for the last one since she was the one who stitched me up. I also got my blood drawn and tested. I am officially no longer anemic. Hurray! Which means that all of the exhaustion I’m feeling is normal new baby exhaustion. Hurray?
Last Saturday we had our official Centering reunion. While I’d seen some of the other babies already (either at a meet-up or over the internet), it was nice to see everyone again. I even made a cake while baby-wearing (my mom helped and Darius was on baby duty while we decorated it).
Darius and I got asked to come and talk to the August Centering group this week about our experiences at the Birthing Center with the L&D and about being new parents. I think it went pretty well. Our LP was asleep on Darius’s shoulder for most of it, which was really cute.
Pumping has been going well and Darius has even given the LP a few bottles. He’ll eat about 2oz and then about 30min or so later decide he’s hungry again, will refuse the bottle, and will do a long nursing session with me. But it’s a start, so that’s good.
Our Little Prince really likes to “talk” to us and things. His favorite “word” is “agoo.” When he talks, he talks to everything! He’s also starting to smile a lot. It’s so adorable. The other day he invented a game called “roll off of Daddy’s chest onto the edge of the couch.” He’s also getting amazingly good at holding his head up and kicking his legs like he wants to crawl. I have a feeling we’re going to be in big trouble sooner rather than later.
We’re also getting better at recognizing “I’m about to freak out” sounds from “I’m happy in my playpen” sounds and the “I need to nurse” vs. “I have a wet diaper” sounds. I’ve found out that when he’s overtired he’ll think he wants to nurse, start to scream, try to nurse again, and start to scream. When this happens, the best thing is to just stop trying to nurse him and walk him around until he falls asleep.
We’ve been developing a bedtime routine. Every other or third day it starts with a bath from both of us (which he LOVES). We then put him in a disposable diaper (because he hates being wet, so he sleeps longer in one) and put him in a pair of footie pajamas. I then nurse him and hopefully he falls asleep in my arms so I can transfer him to the bed. Sometimes he needs a bit of a walk and a side nurse to fall asleep. The other night he fell asleep in my arms in the “Magic Baby Hold.” Then we all fall asleep because Darius gets up super early for work and because I’m exhausted. Sometimes LP wakes up in the middle of the night and so one of us will do a diaper change and often take him out of his PJs. A lot of the time, he doesn’t quite wake up but sort of thrashes and if I nurse him he just falls back to sleep for a few hours, which I hear is the first step toward longer sleeping periods at night.
Had started putting LP in onesies every day, but he developed a heat rash (man is it hot in Texas!) so most of the time he’s just in his diaper covers. Sometimes I give him naked time on waterproof pads covered with cloth diapers. He seems to really like that time. We also got him some lightweight and/or sleeveless onesies and rompers (in size 0-3 as he is completely out of the newborn size now) for when we need to go out/because they are so cute.
In other news, my mother has been in town for a week and a half. It’s been fantastic having her here. She’s been a tremendous help, both in terms of housework and helping with the LP. It also means we’ve been getting out of the house more, which is tiring but good. I got to get a haircut and she even babysat LP for a few hours so Darius and I could go on a date to see the last Harry Potter movie (I cried a lot). I’m going to miss her so much when she is gone.
Our Little Prince is one month old today. It’s hard for me to believe that this little one has been part of our life for that long and also for only that short of a time.
He’s doing amazingly well. I haven’t weighed him recently, but he feels heavier every day. While he’s still mostly in newborn sized clothing, he’s at the stage where he’s in between newborn and infant cloth diapers and is almost out of the newborn disposable ones. He’s learned how to scream and how to fight sleep, two really fun things in combination. Thankfully we can usually get him to sleep by walking him around. When he’s awake he loves his playmat. He also loves looking up at things, I think it’s the ceiling fans. When he falls asleep he makes the cutest face that I’ve never been able to catch on camera. He also prefers to sleep on his side (or at least fall asleep on his side). His little nose spots are almost gone and I miss them. He also has a touch of baby acne and a little bit of diaper rash that just won’t finish clearing up.
Here is a compilation some videos that we’ve shot. Most of them are of him asleep.
Nursing has been going pretty well. He takes to both sides without a nipple shields, which is awesome. We work best with the traditional cradle hold and the side nurse. At night, once we get him to sleep, he’ll half wake up with these cute noises and if I start to nurse him, generally he’ll take to it and just fall back asleep, usually nuzzled up to me with a hand on my breast. Sometimes, especially when overtired, he’ll suck and then pull off and start to cry, almost like he’s choking on the milk. So I got him a pacifier to see if he would take that at that time, the idea being he wanted to suck but didn’t want milk, but he doesn’t seem to want that at that time either. I’m not the best at reading his “I need to be burped” cues. I’m also not so great at burping him, but somehow we get by. Then there are times when he has this gurgle in his throat and if I hold him upright for a while, he’ll eventually spit up a bit.
I’ve gone from someone who has never changed a diaper in her life to someone who’s a pro at it, especially because we have days where I swear his diaper is wet as soon as we change it. I’ve learned that I can fall asleep in amazingly bizarre and somewhat uncomfortable positions, if they give LP access to nurse and keep him calm and asleep. I’ve also learned how to worry. I worry he’ll stop breathing (he hasn’t); I worry the covers will suffocate him when we sleep (somehow I wake up every time they’re over his head and move them); I worry that he’ll freak out if I leave him alone for two seconds to run to the bathroom or something and I’m not there if he wakes up (he doesn’t, mostly); I worry the choking and spitting up means he has acid reflux (but he doesn’t fit the symptoms); I worry when I walk around with him upstairs that he’ll somehow squirm and magically fall over the banister or I’ll fall down the stairs with him (haven’t even come close!); I worry we’re doing all this wrong and somehow we’re going to seriously damage him (but I doubt it).
Darius and I are doing pretty well. We’re both learning how to put someone else’s needs above our own (although I think I’m doing a better job of it). We’ve learned that Darius does not function well at all when sleep deprived, so I’ve been trying to give him some time to fall asleep before taking LP into the bedroom. Unfortunately this means that our sleep schedules are off, as I tend to wake up later as a result of this. Darius is really good at holding LP and getting him to calm down and playing with him when he’s alert. He’s also great at giving him a bath.
Yesterday when alert, I gave LP some tummy time and he did this:
As for me, my recovery seems to be going pretty well. Every day I feel stronger and stronger. I still get tired easily, but it’s not that overwhelming exhaustion I used to feel. I even walked with LP in his ERGO to the mailbox and back yesterday and didn’t have to stop to rest at all. I’m trying to make sure to eat enough, but it’s hard to catch meals all the time, so I end up snacking (or trying to) throughout the day. My pelvic pain that I had during pregnancy is gone and my hemorrhoids are clearing up (didn’t you need to know that?). I am experiencing some lower pelvic pain when I’m lying down and have to go to the bathroom, which is strange but the midwife said was a common symptom of a slightly dropped bladder (fun?).
Mentally I’m doing very well, except for when everyone is overtired and LP is screaming and won’t nurse or fall asleep. Then again, I think that’s trying for everyone. I love to hold him when he’s asleep, either in my arms or in my wrap, and he tends to stay asleep much longer that way then when I put him down. With the need to start pumping soon (this week or next) and LP going into daycare in just over a month and a half (really?? so soon???), I know I’ll need to change this behavior, but for right now I don’t think I could hold him too much.
So happy one month, my Little Prince. I love you very very much!
DJ slept a lot the first two days. He was still having trouble latching. He would try and then cry and then fall asleep. We just figured that he was still tired from the whole being born thing.
On Monday the postpartum midwife came by. As Darius had suspected earlier that day, DJ was jaundiced. It was all the way down to his navel. Also, when the midwife weighted him, he weighted only 6lbs 5oz. He’d lost 8% of his birth weight. This was not good. It upset me a lot. She said that I was doing everything right, but because he was small, latching can be a problem and he doesn’t have the reserves of energy to keep him going so he’ll just fuss himself to sleep. Also, she was worried about my milk not coming in, but as we got him to nurse, I noticed that it was starting to turn more milky.
So I decided that we were going to make this work. I used an iPhone app to keep track of his feeding and sleeping. We made sure that he was eating every 2-3 hours, with one longer period if he would take it over night. I used the nipple shield because he could latch onto that. I kept him nursing for as long as he would, which lead to some 45 minute nursing sessions. My milk came in on Tuesday, without pumping. My nipples were bruised, but I kept at it. We also opened the shades and spent some time in the sunlight. On Wednesday my breasts were so full that they hurt and I was worried about engorgement. On Wednesday we (and by we, I mean my mother and sister because I ran out of energy) gave DJ a bath, which he loved. Also, my father and stepmother came into town that day as well to meet their grandson.
Somewhere in all of this, I started singing to DJ, “This little prince of mine, I’m gonna let him shine. This little prince of mine, I’m gonna let him shine. This little prince of mine, I’m gonna let him shine, let him shine, let him shine, let him shine.” I also started making up other verses with words that rhyme with shine and randomly calling him “my little prince.” In fact, I call him “little prince” or “my little prince” way more often than I call him anything else. I’ve been thinking about decorating the baby’s room in a “The Little Prince” theme, but I’m not 100% sure yet. So I’m going start calling him Little Prince (or possibly LP for short) on this blog as well.
On Thursday morning my breasts started leaking on their own and the feeling of engorgement died down. We kept at the nursing schedule. The postpartum midwife came by in the afternoon. I was really nervous. However, I didn’t have to be. My little prince weight 6lbs, 15oz! He was up a whole ounce from his birth weight! Also his jaundice was up to his shoulders, which was really good progress. We’d totally done it!
Just got back from my nonstress test. Of course when they hooked me up to the monitors, Stree decided that it was nap time and didn’t move at all. I did have a few contractions during the test and the monitor picked them up, so that’s good. Then when the midwife went to check me, the little jerk decided to wake up and move around a bunch; we both felt him! So back on the monitors I go and what do you know, he quiets down. But he did move enough that they decided the results were better.
This morning I started having bloody show, which the midwife confirmed when she did an internal check. She also said that Stree’s head is in a VERY good position and that I’m at 1-2cm dilated, 60% effaced with him at -1. She did a membrane sweep, so hopefully that’ll kick start things. I have another appointment for another nonstress test combined with an ultrasound to check the fluid and stuff scheduled for this coming Tuesday, but hopefully I won’t need it. ~crosses fingers and toes~
Mentally I’m not doing so well. I’ve been really grumpy and short tempered. I’m just so tired of all of this and I want to have my baby. I know people are anxious and just want the best for me, but right now I’m just not taking any advice or well wishes or questions about have you had the baby yet well. Last night at around 11pm, I had a total break down. I’m just so overwhelmed by this all. ~sigh~
Had my weekly appointment today. Asked the midwife for an “I am curious” check. Baby is not “engaged” yet, but my cervix is softening and is open just enough for her to be able to put a finger in and feel his head through the sack!
Stree has been a wiggly one for a good portion of today. Especially when I was driving around. Makes it rather distracting at times. When I told that to the midwife as she was listening to his heartbeat, she said, “He seems to be asleep now.” But then he moved and we both laughed.
My right shoulder blade keeps hurting on and off. The chiropractor said that it’s right where my curve is and there’s not much we can do right now. Ugh. Between that and the pelvic pain I really wish this baby would decide to come sooner rather than later. However, with the info from the midwife, we’ll probably be going past our due date (not that this surprises me…most women go past their due date).
Last week I taught my last class and had my last full day in the office. Starting yesterday I’m mostly working from home, unless I need to go in. This is really helpful for me and I’m super thankful that my job is flexible enough to let me do this.
Physically things are going okay. I’m still in a lot of pelvis pain, especially when I move wrong. There’s also this spot in my right shoulder blade that likes to hurt after a little while. I thought it was just being at work all day, but it did it yesterday too when I spent the day on the couch. I’ll just have to figure out the right position to be in or switch it around a bunch. I’m tired a lot these days too. And last week my right foot decided that it would be fun to swell up randomly. Yet another reason I’m glad to be working at home with my feet up.
Mentally I’m doing well most of the time. I’m still nervous about the whole birth/labor experience because it’s so outside of the realm of anything I’ve ever experienced before. But I think that I’m pretty ready to be a mommy, which is something that I had trouble saying just the other week.
Stree is doing well. He has periods where he squiggles and wiggles around a whole lot and periods where he just likes to stretch his foot or his butt into my ribs (so much fun, let me tell you). He really liked last week’s episode of Glee.
At my prenatal appointment on Friday, I was measuring 37 weeks instead of 38 but I’m not really concerned because I think all of those things are estimates anyway. The really exciting thing was that she did a quick ultrasound to double check the baby’s position. It was the first time I’d “seen” him since the ultrasound at 18 weeks (right before Christmas). He is 100% head down (hurray!) and has hair. You could see the little spikes coming off the back of his head. So amazing. Unfortunately I didn’t get any pictures and we couldn’t get a clear profile shot of his face because he was being shy and covering part of his face with his hand.
The to-do-before-the-baby-is-born list is coming along nicely. Over the weekend we rearranged the baby’s room. I got the last of the stuff that needed to be washed and put away washed and put away. I even put together the awesome Monkey Bouncer all by myself (with only one easily fixable mistake). The nursing pillows and baby carriers are mostly ready. The last of the things the baby needs are in the bag to go to the Birthing Center and the list for the last minute stuff is on top of the bag. And I installed the car seat base into my car all by myself yesterday. The only thing I really don’t know where it should go yet is the “Whale of a Tub”.
There are tons more pictures of baby things on the Pictures page. For some reason I’m obsessed with taking pictures of everything.
I wasn’t sure if I was going to get to celebrate Mother’s Day this year since I’m not-quite-but-almost a mother. But we did. Darius surprised me with a PajamaGram. It’s a pair of superhero style pajamas that say “Super Mom” and have a CAPE! Then he made me eggs for breakfast. We also went out to dinner to our favorite hibachi place with B and the place gave me a rose because I count as a mom. All of it made me really happy.
Since almost the beginning of my pregnancy I’ve been burping. Most of them are cute surprising burps. Sometimes I feel like something is caught in my chest and I have to burp a bunch to get it out.
Over the past two days I’ve been burping and it hasn’t been fun or cute. It started Tuesday afternoon after lunch. I just couldn’t stop burping and it felt like there was a big ball of something in my chest that had to come out. I drank a lot of water and it slowly went away…until right before bed when it came back a bit. But I was able to lay down and go to sleep without a problem.
Yesterday I was burping on and off all day, mostly a little while after I ate. But it wasn’t overly bad most of the time, although I did get that feeling in my chest from time to time. Then at night it got really uncomfortable. Really really uncomfortable. I tried laying down on my side, but that didn’t help. I propped my head a little higher to see if that would help and it did a bit, enough for me to get to sleep (around 10:30pm).
At about 11:30am I was woken up by this burp that tasted like acid. I could feel it all the way up my throat into my mouth. It was really really awful and made me very uncomfortable. I tried to just go back to sleep, but I couldn’t. So I got up and drank a bit of water (of course this was the only night in ages I’d left my water bottle downstairs), and laid down again. My night-guard was bothering me, so I took it out to see if that would help. I know that I complained/whimpered enough that I woke up Darius, who tried to cuddle with me, but at that point I didn’t want to be touched. And the baby was active too, which made it hard to relax. Finally I was able, somehow, to get back to sleep. Only to wake up at 1:30am and 3:30am, and then finally at 5:30am when my alarm went off (and I did snuggle with Darius then).
I’m still burping a bit on and off. I have a call into the Birthing Center to have a midwife get back to me on if this is acid reflux and if it is, what can I take to relieve it. Edit: Got a call back. Midwife said to eat small meals and that Tums or other basic OTC meds should help. Guess there’s a trip to the drug store in my near future.
If this is what the next few weeks are going to be like, I am so ready to be done.
Last year for Beltane, Darius and I jumped a fire and I kissed a May Pole. This year we’re 3 weeks away from my due date.
Last week I did my first full load of baby laundry. Then I left it in the dryer for a few days by accident, came back and found out that it was still damp two days later. So back in the washer it all went. ~sigh~ Tonight is round two of baby stuff in the laundry, mostly sheets and blankets but also some clothing and things that Darius and I bought today when we went shopping for yet more baby things. Oh that’s right, we got more clothing for the baby, because apparently I didn’t read the list from the Birthing Center of what to bring closely enough and so we had to get some sleepers and some receiving blankets and some hats. We also picked up the baby tub that was really highly rated. And a cute pillow that Darius couldn’t resist.
Yesterday was our last Centering class at the Birthing Center. We talked about all the different ways that labor can start and some of the complications that can happen and what the midwives do about them. We also got to meet the first baby born to our group (last month, she came a little early, but still at full term) and plan for our reunion. We realized that next time we all see each other, we’ll all have little ones which is just crazy to realize.
Had a check-up on Thursday. Brought Darius with me because I thought I was going to have an ultrasound, but it turns out that it wasn’t written on my chart to have one and the midwife said that everything felt and seemed healthy so there was no reason to have one. Guess we’ll see what he looks like when we meet him.
Symptom wise I’m still having a lot of pubic pain. My chiro says it’s because my left hip is forward and slightly rotated. The support belt helps, but UGH and ouch. Also, I have to pee pretty much every time I stand up. I also feel HUGE.
One last week of teaching classes at work and then it’s all project work while mostly working from home for me until the baby shows up, which could be anytime from now until 4 weeks or so from now. And then I’ll be a mommy. I’m still in some disbelief about that.
Darius did something amazing work last night on conquering one of his major fears so that he wouldn’t pass it on to his son. I’m so proud of him. I’d say more, but that’s not my story to tell.
This morning was the morning that I couldn’t get my rings on. I figured it would happen eventually and the moment seemed to be looming ever closer. I think that I made it pretty far before I hit that point, 35 weeks and 5 days. My fingers don’t even look that swollen, but I guess they are just puffy enough. The warmer, humid weather probably doesn’t help. Not being able to get my rings on was also the sign to take off my wedding ring (it had trouble coming off, but I got it) and put it on my necklace. So, for the first time since I was about 10 or so, I have no rings on my fingers. It’s weird. I even have ring tan lines.
In other news, I had a prenatal appointment at the Birthing Center yesterday. Blood pressure is good. Baby’s heart rate is good. Uterus was measuring at 32 weeks, which is strange since it was at 33 weeks when I was at 33 weeks. But the midwife felt for the baby and said that his head is down low, so that could account for it. She even said that if he’s really dropping, he could come a little early. I hope it’s not too early. Also, it seems like he’s turned around a bit as his butt and feet have switched places since the last appointment. Next week’s appointment (OMG, we’re at every week now!) will involve an ultrasound just to check on things. I’m really excited about it as it’ll be the first time that I’ve gotten to see him since 18.5 weeks. Darius wants to see if we can do one of those 3D ultrasounds, but truth be told they sort of freak me out.
From Thursday night through this morning Darius and I were at a retreat at a local state park. As it has been every year we’ve gone, it was a mostly wonderful experience. I was smart this year and insisted that we sleep in the cabin close to the bathroom and also that we get a eggshell mattress topper for the bed that we were going to be constructing out of two mattresses on the floor. The latter helped me sleep and the former was great for when I had to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom.
Most of the nights I actually slept through the night with almost no getting up. Last night was the exception. I went to bed “early” (around 11pm). Half woke up when Darius came into bed. Then around 1am I shot straight upright into a sitting position. I had a lot of gas in my chest and needed to burp like crazy. After getting a few burps out, I realized that of course I had to go to the bathroom. I pulled on my pj bottoms and my wrap sweater and went out into the night. After going to the bathroom I realized that I wasn’t ready to go back to bed yet. I still had the “I have to burp” feeling and so I hoped that walking around would help with that. Ambled a bit around the camp site and talked to a few people who were still up and about.
I ended up on the beginning of the ramp leading up to the cabin door, looking up at the one-night-away-from-full moon. I opened up my sweater at the bottoms so that the moonlight was hitting my belly (but it was hard to tell because of all the other light). Then I just started talking, first to the moon and then to my baby, all the while stroking or holding my belly. I asked him if he would wait until another cycle of the moon. I asked him if when the times comes for him to enter the world, if we could work together. I told him I loved him. I told him a great deal of other things, many of which I can’t remember now.
Before last night I was physically getting tired of being pregnant, as I am pretty sure I have Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction, however I was not mentally ready to have the baby. After last night, I know that I am ready (as ready as one can ever be) to have a child.
Unfortunately for the rest of the night I was somewhat restless and woke up in the morning in a great deal of pubic pain.
The other thing I really valued this weekend was the sense of community, not just from my friends who were there but from other parents who were there with their children. The parents, even those I’d never met before, let me sit and talk with them and answered my questions and just generally made me feel welcome.