|Last pregnancy pic...possibly ever... =(|
Quite simply...a snow storm, state swimming, and decreased movement.
On Friday, Feb. 15 I noticed little miss had been moving less. I remember her moving that morning, but not much throughout the afternoon. Granted, it was Friday and I could have just missed it, but it was enough of a lack of movement that I felt I should say something at my afternoon appointment. Well, that comment earned us an NST. Little miss looked great, BUT my dr. was worried. She doesn't like to hear that any of her full-term mamas are having decreased movement. She said it was entirely up to me and we could still wait to deliver her on 2.25, but she'd feel better if we did it next week...as in Monday - Wednesday, because you see...my dr. is off on Thursdays and her son qualified for state swimming and she would be out of town Friday-Sunday....oh and there was supposed to be a full moon on the 25th.
I felt like the odds were stacked against me, but I decided to mill it over for the weekend and see how movement was. Saturday her movement was so-so, Sunday was good. By Monday, E and I had come to terms with the fact that we'd probably have a baby Wednesday (as late as possible).
I called the OB Monday to schedule and heard back from herNP around noon or so, basically, the hospital was booked on Wednesday and "are you ready to have a baby? Tomorrow at 9:45." Um, short answer? NO. Holy shit, insert major panic attack and freak out moment. This was a pill to swallow. Don't get me wrong, I knew I was going to be having a baby, but I thought I had until the 25th and then at the very least until the 20th (you know, two more full days to finish up odds/ends), but nope...fate has a funny way of working out and BAM! it was baby day Tuesday.
And yes, I had a mini panic attack in the hallway at school that involved tears and many side-eyed looks from my students. Eh, whatever...it's good for them, right? ;)
So as I wrapped my head around that, finished up a bunch of errands Monday night (including last minute changes/additions to lesson plans, a grocery store trip that will fill us up for three weeks of meals, and some cookie baking -- yes, cookie baking) I was as ready as I was going to be.
Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep. I finished baking cookies around midnight or 1 AM (I brought cookies for the hospital staff when Thaddeus was born and wanted to do it again as a sign of appreciation), showering, packing last minute items, I think I finally hit the sack at 3 or 3:30 only to be up again fairly early to make sure I showered again (per random hospital directions), get little man ready, and basically to get my wits about me.
We arrived at the hospital at about 7:30, my parents showed up a little bit later to take Thaddeus. This time was a little different as they have pre-op section for L&D vs. last time when things were still under construction. We were in a room where no more than two other people were allowed vs. last time on the L&D floor, where really? There weren't any limits...well, none that we were told about. It was good thing my parents had planned to take Thad, because really, there wasn't any other option.
We were scheduled to head into delivery at 9:45, but my dr. was running ahead of schedule so we were told it'd be more around nine...but nope, it was closer to 9:45 by the time things were set up, etc. I was a bit nervous/anxious and was given something to take the edge off. Well, apparently it made me quite the life of the party. I don't remember everything, but hubs has told me some of things I said and well, let's just say it's no wonder my dr. told me I was one of her top five favorites that she had operated on. ;) (Use your imagination and imagine me rambling about how great that drug was, how I could party like a rock star using it, and well...the men on my "list"...oy...lol, it was interesting).
Doc started operating and our little lady still wasn't head down and there was a ton of scar tissue from my c-section with Thaddeus...after a lot of tugging, pulling, shifting, etc. little Liviana arrived! She was covered from head to toe in thick vernix and that among some other things (though I'm not sure what things as I was a bit out of it and didn't think to ask) led the L&D nurse/doctors to believe she was 37, maybe 38 weeks instead of 39w4d like we thought. ::insert major mommy guilt for not waiting until my originally scheduled late due date repeat c-section:: She weighed in at 8 lbs. 6 oz. and measured 20.5 inches long. Big girl if she was actually early, but that's ok, I like big babies. ;)
I spent the next four days in the hospital recovering as E and Thaddeus made multiple trips back and forth to visit us. This also included enduring a snow storm that dropped about 8 inches of snow in our area and gave me a chance to know the nurses really well as they spent the night in empty hospital rooms. Recovery has been a lot harder than expected due to the extra work they had to do to remove a crazy amount of adhesions and some preventative measures they took to try to prevent them from happening again. Doc says my uterus was literally adhered to my stomach wall and that she'd never seen anything like it...awesome... I was also a bit sore from them trying to get her out...I guess her head was pretty wedged into my right hip and well, getting her out was a bit of chore.
Stay tuned for more on how Thaddeus is doing as a big brother, my love/hate relationship with breastfeeding/pumping, and how my emotions are holding up in regards to the baby blues and PPD.