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Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Going Through Some Changes

Now that Nathan is here I'm going through an identity crisis of sorts.  For a very, very long time, Hubby and I were "yuppy D.I.N.K.S" (double income no kids).  Then I got pregnant, had a miscarriage, then went through 2 years of infertility, and finally IVF treatments before becoming pregnant again.

I'm not a greedy person, I am thrilled just to be a mom.  Nathan is destined to be an only child.  Things may have been different if we had any surviving embryos on ice, but we do not.  Being a new parent is stress enough, I'm not going through the stress of TTC again, maybe if we were 10 years younger, but we're not.

While I will always consider myself a member of the exclusive "Infertile" club, and I'll always be a "yuppy", I'm not likely to become pregnant again.  Which brings me to my identity crisis - what do I call myself now?

The only name that comes to mind is "The Yuppy Mummy".  Do you have any thoughts or suggestions?

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Good Things Come in Small Packages

Even though Nathan is nearly 3 weeks old and growing, I still marvel at how tiny he his.  I know that as he grows it will be hard to remember him as a newborn.  I cherish the small moments that we have together and I  know that I will be sad when he outgrows his preemie clothes.

So bear with me while I keep posting photos that show his small size.





Thursday, December 23, 2010

Cat v. Baby

Nathan is not a big boy. Yesterday at his nearly 2 week doctor appointment he weighed 5 pounds, 10 ounces. This is up 8 oz from his appointment last week. My mother said that the photos that I have sent do not accurately show just how tiny he is. So here is one next to one of our other boys for comparison:


The cat weigh about 10 pounds. If you look closely their heads are nearly the same size! Look how small Nathan's head is next to Hubby's hand.

Good things do come in small packages.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Wordless Wednesday - Proud Parent Edition






Wednesday, December 15, 2010

The Pregnant Yuppy No More

My long, hard journey through loss and infertility is finally over. Thank goodness my story has a happy ending. I can no longer call myself the "Pregnant Yuppy", for I am no longer pregnant (nor do I plan to become pregnant again). I still consider myself to be a yuppy though!


So let me get on with it. I've had a very busy week this past week - to say the least - and here is my story:

Throughout my pregnancy I was closely monitored, even though it was an easy pregnancy. First it was discovered that I had a low lying placenta, so that was monitored via ultrasound. Once that was no longer a concern they continued to monitor me every 2 weeks as Nathan was measuring small. For the past couple of weeks they also were concerned that the placenta was starting to tire out. At my ultrasound on Monday, December 6 they decided that I needed to be induced that week. The Perinatologist was going to call my maternity Dr. Before we even left the building my Drs. office called and I was booked to see them on Tuesday morning.

Tuesday morning my doctor sent off the requisition for induction to the hospital. Jason and I went out for a late breakfast and planned to have at least a day or two until we heard from the hospital. We had barely finished eating when the hospital called and said to come in. And some think that our Healthcare system is slow!

*WARNING* There will be some talk about "girl parts" from here on out.

I was admitted to the hospital around 1 pm on Monday. My body was not ready for labour at all. My cervix was not dilated and was still in a posterior position. At 2:20 pm the medication Cervidil was inserted to hopefully start the process. At 4pm I was moved to a new room where we waited, and waited. The worst part of this day was that I got a roommate around 11pm and she was quite the snorer!

On Wednesday at 2:20 pm (24 hours later) they checked on my progress. It was minimal, around a fingertip dilated. The 2 options at this point were to replace the Cervidil with a new one, or to try a Foley Balloon Catheter (which I won't explain here). I'll be honest, neither sounded too appealing to me. The doctors felt that the balloon was the best option for me. At this point we are now in a procedure room, which at one time was a storage closet, waiting for a new room. Eventually they put me in another room (by now we were getting so impatient and tired). Jason went home for a while and came back after supper. We tried walking around the halls and going up and down the stairs to get the balloon to work. It didn't work.

Around 10 pm my own doctor came in to check on me. She was able to remove the balloon and said that it did help some. I was now dilated about 2cm. She said that as soon as a labour room comes available I will move (again) and they will start me on an Oxytocin drip.

By 11:30 I was in my private L&D room and the drip was inserted. One of the downsides to the drip is that I had to be on a fetal monitor the entire time, so I wasn't able to move around much. I did sleep some.

Which brings us to Thursday - are you getting sick of this yet? At 7 am I had maxed out on the dose of Oxytocin and no labour. My Dr. checked me again and felt that I was dilated enough to break the water - so she did. Not much happened at first. I even texted Jason and told him to bring me a coffee. He was planning to come around 9 am. By around 8:15 am I finally started to have contractions. By 9 am they were already pretty intense and only 2.5 minutes apart.

I got the epidural around 10 ish - I had put it off because I was afraid that it would slow down my labour. The Anesthesiologist was thankfully free and able to come right away. The whole process didn't take very long and the effects started right away. It was a wonderful feeling indeed! I do not understand why some women don't want an epidural - it's a wonderful thing!

By noon I was fully dilated but they made me wait to push as they were having some trouble keeping the baby on the monitor and they needed to monitor his heartbeat. Eventually they had to go with an internal monitor (poor guy). I think I only had to push 3 or 4 times before Nathan was born. Thanks to the epidural I didn't feel a thing! I didn't even believe them when they said that he was out! So they grabbed him and put him on my chest. He was so tiny, but he gripped my finger right away.

Here are the specifics:
Nathan John Michael
Born December 9, 2010
2477 grams (5 lbs, 7 oz)
49 cm long (19 inches)


Moments after birth:

About 2 days old:


Finally on our way home:

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Losing all Semblance of Control

One thing that I have heard a lot during my pregnancy from friends, colleagues, and even my own doctor is a comment about how relaxed I am about it. I don't care who you are, how many babies you've birthed, or how many books that you have read - the fact is you have no control over anything when you're pregnant.

I've tried to break my pregnancy into small milestones so that I wouldn't freak myself out. I wouldn't even read ahead in any of the pregnancy books. Maybe I'm still waiting for the other shoe to drop, but I found it a lot easier to cope that way. Why stress yourself out about something that you can't change anyway?

With a due date so close to Christmas I've managed to not worry about when our baby will be born. So many people have made comments like "it's going to suck having a birthday so close to Christmas", and I've (for the most part) let them slide. I can't control it, so why stress?

If I did have any control I would not have had a miscarriage in 2008. And I certainly would not have chosen to be infertile. Nor would I have decided that the only way to conceive would be via IVF.

So I have made my peace with control. I have no control and I might as well accept that fact. And I have. I realize that there is a very good chance that our baby will be born on Christmas, and you know what? I think that's cool. We can have fun with that.

But now they tell me that they might want to induce me as early as next week! Umm, what? Yeah you see that won't work because I'm all prepared for a Christmas baby. So you're saying that all of the things that I planned to do in the next 2 - 3 weeks I'll have to get done in the next 2 - 3 days? Sorry, no deal.

I have yet another ultrasound on Monday morning and from there I will know my fate. So many women by their 38th week of pregnancy would be begging their doctors for this, not me. I am truly one of those women who is enjoying being pregnant, plus, I have a ton to do this week!

My Chart

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