Wednesday, April 28, 2010
28 week appointment
Everything looks good. I can tell that I am starting to get less nervous about losing Hudson (and more nervous about giving birth!) It helps that he is moving so much more that I am reassured throughout the day that he is "alive and kicking." Even though the kicks aer getting stronger, I am so thankful to feel him moving, growing, getting stronger! I am still measuring 1 week behind, but it's consistantly 1 week behind (this is the third appointment that it's been that way) so my doctor thinks I am just measuring small, it makes me feel better that he is growing at a steady rate. My blood pressure was was great today 112/68, I swear it's getting better, and he said I passed the glucose test with flying colors. His heartrate was down to 138 (it's been in the 140's) but he said that's normal. So all in all, things look good and overall normal. I still leave with fears...why is his heartrate down? Am I gaining too much weight? Is he growing okay? I think if I knew the answers to those questions I would find something else to worry about.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
The Nursery - Phase 1
I started working on getting the nursery set up yesterday. A few months ago I had a dream, in the dream I walked into his nursery and I saw it. It was perfect. I knew right then that I wanted to do his nursery to look just like my dream. So I started looking for the perfect things for his room. Only problem, they didn't exist. Only in my dreams. So that was the minute I decided that I would have to do things myself. I found the wall vinyls online and ordered those, then I found someone who could do customized embroidery on the squares for the bumper pads. I got the vinyls then I got nervous, what if I got the room all ready then I didn't have a baby to bring home to this new adorable room. So I waited, and I waited. Finally yesterday I decided it was time to stop waiting and start doing. So I started putting them up and I am already in love.
Here's how it's turning out so far.
Here's how it's turning out so far.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Wiggles and Jiggles
Hudson has started to move so much more, and I can now sometimes tell what he is hitting me with. Lately he likes to sit with his head on the left side and his feet really low on the right side.
I love feeling all the summersaults, kicks, and movements, but they are definitely starting to get harder, and I can tell he is getting bigger.
Yesterday he was pushing, I think with his head, I literally used my hand and pushed against him to push him back in. I had to do it a few times. Last night I was kind of wishing that he would do it again so that I could show Spencer. It's funny how when it's happening I think "Ouch, don't do that, it hurts." Then later I wish I could feel it just one more time. I am sure there will be many more headbutts to come.
I love feeling all the summersaults, kicks, and movements, but they are definitely starting to get harder, and I can tell he is getting bigger.
Yesterday he was pushing, I think with his head, I literally used my hand and pushed against him to push him back in. I had to do it a few times. Last night I was kind of wishing that he would do it again so that I could show Spencer. It's funny how when it's happening I think "Ouch, don't do that, it hurts." Then later I wish I could feel it just one more time. I am sure there will be many more headbutts to come.
24 Week appointment
Last Wednesday I had my 24 week doctors appointment. I had to do the glucose tolerance test at that appointment. I was really dreading it. Everyone kept telling me how awful the drink was, and I was prepared to be sick. The doctors office sent the drink home with me and asked that I drink it 30 minutes before my appointment time. All morning I was dreading drinking that orange drink that was sitting in the fridge taunting me. I finally just sucked it up, and drank the entire thing as fast as I could. It wasn't nearly as bad as I was expecting. The aftertaste was awful but I survived.
I always try to get in as early in the morning as possible so that I have the least wait time. I didn't wait long and they got me back. Everything looked good once again. These appointments are very simple right now but help to put my mind at ease. His heart rate was 147 and I was still measuring about 1 week behind, which is okay because I had grown 3 cm (they say you should grow approximately 1 cm a week, so 3 weeks of growth in 3 weeks) and all was going well. It was funny, Hudson was hitting at the doppler while he was trying to get the heartrate. He doesn't like things that push against him. I had a few braxton hicks contractions the other day I think and my stomach tightened and released he went crazy.
The part that always makes me a little stressed is when we start talking about when Hudson is going to make his appearance. The bottom line is we just don't know. Every appointment we talk about time frames. Last appointment he said "We just need to make it to 24 weeks and he has a greater then 50% chance of survival." That actually did help me because I felt like okay, we can do this. This time he said "Our goal now is 32 weeks, but if we can wait until 34 weeks it would be better." Then when he said "That's just 10 more weeks." reality hit. We are going to have a baby....sometime this summer, it could be any time. And 10 weeks, that's not that long. (I guess 9 now, hopefully he waits more like 12-13, that would be better!)
I always try to get in as early in the morning as possible so that I have the least wait time. I didn't wait long and they got me back. Everything looked good once again. These appointments are very simple right now but help to put my mind at ease. His heart rate was 147 and I was still measuring about 1 week behind, which is okay because I had grown 3 cm (they say you should grow approximately 1 cm a week, so 3 weeks of growth in 3 weeks) and all was going well. It was funny, Hudson was hitting at the doppler while he was trying to get the heartrate. He doesn't like things that push against him. I had a few braxton hicks contractions the other day I think and my stomach tightened and released he went crazy.
The part that always makes me a little stressed is when we start talking about when Hudson is going to make his appearance. The bottom line is we just don't know. Every appointment we talk about time frames. Last appointment he said "We just need to make it to 24 weeks and he has a greater then 50% chance of survival." That actually did help me because I felt like okay, we can do this. This time he said "Our goal now is 32 weeks, but if we can wait until 34 weeks it would be better." Then when he said "That's just 10 more weeks." reality hit. We are going to have a baby....sometime this summer, it could be any time. And 10 weeks, that's not that long. (I guess 9 now, hopefully he waits more like 12-13, that would be better!)
Thursday, March 11, 2010
21 week appointment
Some appointments are much less exciting then others I am learning. Last month we had our BIG appointment. We were able to see Hudson move and that he was for sure a boy. On March 10 I had a regular appointment. It was a quick check is all.
All in all things are still looking good. His heart rate was 146 bpm, he didn't really want to stay still long enough for the doctor to get a good count. He was everywhere! Next he did the uterus measurement. My uterus was measuring the exact same as last month. I was a little nervous about that at first, but after talking to friends I have calmed down and it's not an exact measurement, and hopefully it will be measuring bigger next appointment, otherwise my doctor said they will do another ultrasound to take a peek and make sure Hudson is growing still.
In the last 3 weeks Hudson has become much more active. I've been feeling him move so much more, and I was finally able to let Spencer feel him move too.
Sunday afternoon Spencer was at the church helping with tithing (he is the ward financial clerk) and Roman was napping. Hudson was just being wild, I was actually able to SEE my stomach move. He is usually the most active first thing in the morning and in the evening. But for some reason he just had lots of energy that afternoon.
I am really starting to look pregnant now, not just like I've been gaining weight. Here's a picture from today. I am 21 weeks 3 days today.
Next appointment I have to do the glucose test...I have heard that the drink is not very good, hope I pass the first time so I don't have to do it again!
All in all things are still looking good. His heart rate was 146 bpm, he didn't really want to stay still long enough for the doctor to get a good count. He was everywhere! Next he did the uterus measurement. My uterus was measuring the exact same as last month. I was a little nervous about that at first, but after talking to friends I have calmed down and it's not an exact measurement, and hopefully it will be measuring bigger next appointment, otherwise my doctor said they will do another ultrasound to take a peek and make sure Hudson is growing still.
In the last 3 weeks Hudson has become much more active. I've been feeling him move so much more, and I was finally able to let Spencer feel him move too.
Sunday afternoon Spencer was at the church helping with tithing (he is the ward financial clerk) and Roman was napping. Hudson was just being wild, I was actually able to SEE my stomach move. He is usually the most active first thing in the morning and in the evening. But for some reason he just had lots of energy that afternoon.
I am really starting to look pregnant now, not just like I've been gaining weight. Here's a picture from today. I am 21 weeks 3 days today.
Next appointment I have to do the glucose test...I have heard that the drink is not very good, hope I pass the first time so I don't have to do it again!
BIG ultrasound on February 17
I had my big anatomy scan, gender determination ultrasound on February 17. We just love my doctors office. The ultrasound tech is great about showing us every picture, telling us what we are looking at, just giving us time to see everything. Hudson was being a little pill most of the ultrasound he had his hands over his face and his knees bent so his feet were up at his bum. We had to move around a few times to get him to show us the goods. The ultrasound tech let us sit and watch him move around for a minute, Spencer thought it was cute to watch him swallowing and bobbing his head. Overall his measurement was right on target (when they averaged all the measurements) His head was big and his legs were short, otherwise he measured EXACTLY 18 weeks 3 days. I figure he has a big head like his daddy and short legs like his big brother.
After we were done with the ultrasound they took us to a room and we waited and waited and waited. When he finally made it into our room it was just a quick appointment. My uterus was measuring 1 cm big for 18 weeks, which he said is great, that means it's growing as it should. He was really positive and even acknowledged that I am still nervous, he gets that. It makes it easier that he doesn't try to minimalize my feelings. He turned to Spencer and said "How are you holding up, I don't have to ask Wendy, I know she's a worrying herself gray."
We got a few more really cute pictures. He is DEFINITELY a boy. A very cute, heathy boy. I can't wait to get out all the baby boy totes from the basement and look at all those cute tiny clothes!
After we were done with the ultrasound they took us to a room and we waited and waited and waited. When he finally made it into our room it was just a quick appointment. My uterus was measuring 1 cm big for 18 weeks, which he said is great, that means it's growing as it should. He was really positive and even acknowledged that I am still nervous, he gets that. It makes it easier that he doesn't try to minimalize my feelings. He turned to Spencer and said "How are you holding up, I don't have to ask Wendy, I know she's a worrying herself gray."
We got a few more really cute pictures. He is DEFINITELY a boy. A very cute, heathy boy. I can't wait to get out all the baby boy totes from the basement and look at all those cute tiny clothes!
Ultrasound Pictures from January 28, 2010
On January 28 I was supposed to just have a normal OB appointment. After spending time talking to the doctor he could tell that I was still concerned. He asked if I would like to have an ultrasound. I immediately jumped on the opportunity. It was such a relief to see that everything looked good. The ultrasound tech took the time to look at heart, brain, spine, and kidneys. Everything looked healthy, and at the end the ultrasound tech asked if I wanted to know the gender, or if Spencer would be upset because he wasn't there. I told her it was fine and I would love to know. She said that she was about 80% sure it was a boy. A boy! We were going to have another boy! Spencer wasn't upset at all that I found out without him, he was just thrilled that everything looked good and was so excited for another boy!
Learning to expect the unexpected
Copied from this other blog.
I have come to think of 2009 as the year that we learned to expect the unexpected. As the year was drawing to a close, I think we were given the most unexpected surprise....we were expecting. I found out on November 13 that we were once again expecting a child. We have been there before. We know what can happen, and we know that my uterus just isn't happy with the idea. Even with all the fears in the back of our mind, we couldn't help but be cautiously optimistic, happy, scared, all at once. We might really have another baby. It just seemed so surreal.
After processing the entire thing for about an hour I immediately got on the phone with our doctors office, explained the situation and they were willing to get me in that afternoon for a blood draw to check my HCG (hormone) level to see approximately how far along I was. After talking to the doctors office I called Spencer and told him that I needed him to come home from work a little early if possible because I had a doctors appointment that I needed to go to. He asked if anything was wrong and I told him that I really hoped not...
That night we talked and I told Spencer that I didn't want to worry about everything this time, I wanted to enjoy every second that we had, and that I just needed to relax. On Monday the doctors office called back to say that my HCG numbers looked really good and they wanted to get me in for an ultrasound to try to verify how far I was. I was nervous, but so excited. They were able to get me in that afternoon for an Ultrasound. I went to the appointment and the ultrasound tech said I was 5 weeks 6 days pregnant. Everything looked really good. I was flying high. The next day I wasn't feeling very well, and after a much longer shopping trip then I initially expected I started bleeding. I told myself to relax, sit down, things would be okay. By the next day (our anniversary) things were looking much worse. I was resigned to the fact that once again we were not going to be able to carry to term. I thought I was doing so well at being calm, but at that moment all that went out the window. I was talking to the doctors office almost every day. Things just felt like they were going from bad to worse.
I went back in for another ultrasound a week later and we started our mixed bag visits. The good news, things were looking good, they couldn't see where the bleed was coming from, but they found a heart beat. The bad, they had calculated how far along I was wrong the previous week, she went back to the previous ultrasounds and remeasured and because it was so early it was easy to be off, I had only been 5 weeks before, I was now only 6 weeks 1 day. I lost almost an entire week. So we scheduled an appointment for a week later to make sure that things were still looking okay. Plus, they wanted to see a heartbeat that was 120 or higher, and it was only about 115. Not huge, but worrysome.
It was another nervewracking week. Thankfully we had Thanksgiving and a very short trip to see Mommy Katie as a much needed distraction. We went back in and once again, mixed bag. The heatbeat had increased. It was now where it should be, growth was right on target, but they found a uterun septum that they didn't know I had before (See what I mean, every appointment was a mixed bag?)
At that point because things were going well they said that I didn't need another ultrasound so my next appointment would be my "First" OB visit. I had almost a week to enjoy that high and that weekend things went from bad to worst. I was 100% sure that I had miscarried. To spare you the details it was awful. It was a Saturday night, I didn't know what to do. By Sunday morning I had calmed down some and I called the oncall number for my doctors office. I am so thankful that I did. My doctor was on call. (He is fabulous by the way) He said that if I went to the emergency room they would just call him because he was the doctor on call, that he had better equipment at this office, so if I would like he would meet me there. We got there and he once again did an ultrasound. Somehow, someway, we had not lost it. I was in total shock. It did not seem possible. That didn't mean that we were out of the woods though. I had a subchronic hemorrhage. So rather then waiting for a regular doctors visit, we were able to have another ultrasound. We went at the end of the week and again there was good and bad. We started preparing ourselves for both. The baby was still growing, but unfortunately, so was the blood clot.
Finally, at my "First ob visit" on December 28 we got almost all good news. Things were looking good, we didn't do an ultrasound at that appointment, but he was happy with how things were going. He was able to find the heartbeat via doppler (which he said was a good sign) and it was nice and steady at 167 bpm. I was ALMOST out of the first trimester, and he said if we made it to the next appointment then the risk of miscarriage decreased significantly. He wasn't too worried by this point, but I was. Plus add to that, now instead of going once a week, or every 2 weeks max, we were now spacing the appointments out 3 weeks.
So I had 3 rather nervewracking weeks wondering what was going on in there and finally January 20 arrived. It seemed like it was just crawling then all of a sudden it was here. The good thing about having more time between appointments is that it makes the time go by faster, the bad is the wondering, worrying, not knowing.
As I mentioned before my doctor is fabulous. I went to my appointment, told him all my worries and he took the time to even draw out what we were looking at so that I could understand. He once again found a nice steady heartbeat 150 bpm, I was measuring right on target, he said that if he had a gold star he would have given me one things just looked perfect. At the end when I was still just a nervous wreck he offered to squeeze me in for another ultrasound. I was so relieved. I don't want to seem needy, but I am. I am always so worried.
The ultrasound tech was fabulous too, she not only checked my uterus and to make sure the bleed was resolving/resolved (almost resolved, less then 1 cm now YAY) she also took the time to show me hands, feet, legs, kidneys, a heart, brain, a few cute profile views, it made me feel so much better every time she did a measurement and would say that things were still right in line with my due date.
I don't think we'll feel completely at ease until he is here safe and sound, but this has been the most unexpected blessing. Still praying every day, but thanking Heavenly Father every day for this amazing unexpected blessing.
I have come to think of 2009 as the year that we learned to expect the unexpected. As the year was drawing to a close, I think we were given the most unexpected surprise....we were expecting. I found out on November 13 that we were once again expecting a child. We have been there before. We know what can happen, and we know that my uterus just isn't happy with the idea. Even with all the fears in the back of our mind, we couldn't help but be cautiously optimistic, happy, scared, all at once. We might really have another baby. It just seemed so surreal.
After processing the entire thing for about an hour I immediately got on the phone with our doctors office, explained the situation and they were willing to get me in that afternoon for a blood draw to check my HCG (hormone) level to see approximately how far along I was. After talking to the doctors office I called Spencer and told him that I needed him to come home from work a little early if possible because I had a doctors appointment that I needed to go to. He asked if anything was wrong and I told him that I really hoped not...
That night we talked and I told Spencer that I didn't want to worry about everything this time, I wanted to enjoy every second that we had, and that I just needed to relax. On Monday the doctors office called back to say that my HCG numbers looked really good and they wanted to get me in for an ultrasound to try to verify how far I was. I was nervous, but so excited. They were able to get me in that afternoon for an Ultrasound. I went to the appointment and the ultrasound tech said I was 5 weeks 6 days pregnant. Everything looked really good. I was flying high. The next day I wasn't feeling very well, and after a much longer shopping trip then I initially expected I started bleeding. I told myself to relax, sit down, things would be okay. By the next day (our anniversary) things were looking much worse. I was resigned to the fact that once again we were not going to be able to carry to term. I thought I was doing so well at being calm, but at that moment all that went out the window. I was talking to the doctors office almost every day. Things just felt like they were going from bad to worse.
I went back in for another ultrasound a week later and we started our mixed bag visits. The good news, things were looking good, they couldn't see where the bleed was coming from, but they found a heart beat. The bad, they had calculated how far along I was wrong the previous week, she went back to the previous ultrasounds and remeasured and because it was so early it was easy to be off, I had only been 5 weeks before, I was now only 6 weeks 1 day. I lost almost an entire week. So we scheduled an appointment for a week later to make sure that things were still looking okay. Plus, they wanted to see a heartbeat that was 120 or higher, and it was only about 115. Not huge, but worrysome.
It was another nervewracking week. Thankfully we had Thanksgiving and a very short trip to see Mommy Katie as a much needed distraction. We went back in and once again, mixed bag. The heatbeat had increased. It was now where it should be, growth was right on target, but they found a uterun septum that they didn't know I had before (See what I mean, every appointment was a mixed bag?)
At that point because things were going well they said that I didn't need another ultrasound so my next appointment would be my "First" OB visit. I had almost a week to enjoy that high and that weekend things went from bad to worst. I was 100% sure that I had miscarried. To spare you the details it was awful. It was a Saturday night, I didn't know what to do. By Sunday morning I had calmed down some and I called the oncall number for my doctors office. I am so thankful that I did. My doctor was on call. (He is fabulous by the way) He said that if I went to the emergency room they would just call him because he was the doctor on call, that he had better equipment at this office, so if I would like he would meet me there. We got there and he once again did an ultrasound. Somehow, someway, we had not lost it. I was in total shock. It did not seem possible. That didn't mean that we were out of the woods though. I had a subchronic hemorrhage. So rather then waiting for a regular doctors visit, we were able to have another ultrasound. We went at the end of the week and again there was good and bad. We started preparing ourselves for both. The baby was still growing, but unfortunately, so was the blood clot.
Finally, at my "First ob visit" on December 28 we got almost all good news. Things were looking good, we didn't do an ultrasound at that appointment, but he was happy with how things were going. He was able to find the heartbeat via doppler (which he said was a good sign) and it was nice and steady at 167 bpm. I was ALMOST out of the first trimester, and he said if we made it to the next appointment then the risk of miscarriage decreased significantly. He wasn't too worried by this point, but I was. Plus add to that, now instead of going once a week, or every 2 weeks max, we were now spacing the appointments out 3 weeks.
So I had 3 rather nervewracking weeks wondering what was going on in there and finally January 20 arrived. It seemed like it was just crawling then all of a sudden it was here. The good thing about having more time between appointments is that it makes the time go by faster, the bad is the wondering, worrying, not knowing.
As I mentioned before my doctor is fabulous. I went to my appointment, told him all my worries and he took the time to even draw out what we were looking at so that I could understand. He once again found a nice steady heartbeat 150 bpm, I was measuring right on target, he said that if he had a gold star he would have given me one things just looked perfect. At the end when I was still just a nervous wreck he offered to squeeze me in for another ultrasound. I was so relieved. I don't want to seem needy, but I am. I am always so worried.
The ultrasound tech was fabulous too, she not only checked my uterus and to make sure the bleed was resolving/resolved (almost resolved, less then 1 cm now YAY) she also took the time to show me hands, feet, legs, kidneys, a heart, brain, a few cute profile views, it made me feel so much better every time she did a measurement and would say that things were still right in line with my due date.
I don't think we'll feel completely at ease until he is here safe and sound, but this has been the most unexpected blessing. Still praying every day, but thanking Heavenly Father every day for this amazing unexpected blessing.
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