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Pregnancy #3: 35 Weeks

When I last checked in, I was feeling really great. I think it was about a week later when that changed. The summer heat kicked in, and I think that is the biggest culprit, aside from, you know, being pregnant, for making me feel like my energy levels are a lot lower, which makes doing stuff harder which makes my back hurt more. I am 35 weeks and I have felt done for probably a month. I didn’t feel this way until the very end, if at all, with the other two. So that’s it; never having a summer baby again!

At my OB appointment a couple weeks ago she mentioned that I was measuring small (no surprise since the boys were both late and under 8 lbs), so she booked me for an ultrasound. That was two days ago. As the tech was measuring the bones and things, I was seeing numbers like 36w3d and 37w2d, which of course didn’t line up with measuring small. This morning my OB went over it with me and this little guy is in the 75 percentile! So I am hoping more than ever that I deliver early.

But not too early! We are planning a road trip to Regina next weekend, when I will be 36.5 weeks. Very close to full term. I will have an appointment before we go to check if things are progressing or not, but for now, the plan is to plot the hospitals along the way and head out. Especially since our van is supposed to arrive next week! Woohoo! So just a few weeks left. Kinda crazy, but exciting! The summer is just going to fly by. It will be a fast, but awesome summer!

Third Trimester

I’m in the third trimester! I think. There seems to be a little ambiguity on when that actually starts. And it wouldn’t be like me to know how far along I actually am. 

Still having three months left leaves me wishing this was my first child all over again. I miss having a room to ready, tiny things to collect and organize, and other things to occupy my attention other than the children I already have. This is my “Get Ready for Baby” to do list:

  • Take newborn and three month clothing boxes out of the closet
  • Set up pack and play in our room
  • Pack a hospital bag

These things can all be accomplished in 10 minutes. I could probably even skip the packing of the bag. We only live 5 minutes from the hospital and last time I was only at the hospital for 13 hours. I’ll probably throw a toothbrush in my purse and call it a day. 

Oh, and buying a mini van. That should go on the list. Although I have a hunch that I can squeeze the bucket seat between the two convertibles in the back of our Mazda 3. So even the van wouldn’t be a necessity. I’m actually really curious about that. Hold on a sec… 

 Okay, it’s snug, but my cheap Safety First seats work!  Not that we would let this keep us from getting a van. I’m too excited about getting one! I just wanted to prove that you don’t need to spend what could be a down payment on a bigger vehicle on car seats that fit across a smaller vehicle. 

I guess another thing I could add to the list is mental preparation. I think going from two to three might be more difficult than one to two.

I don’t even feel pregnant most of the time. Pretty much only when I go to stand up after sitting on the floor folding laundry or cleaning up toys. Truthfully, I feel like a cannot relate to most pregnant women. They seem to live out their 9 months in a state of hyperbole. “This morning sickness will never end!” “I need [insert random food of choice] right NOW!” “I have to pee every 15 minutes!” “Why can’t this baby leave my organs alone?” 

I understand that most of the time these women are probably not lying or even exaggerating. And it makes good content for books, movies, and blogs that are more interesting than mine. But my body is different and my babies grow differently. I have never had morning sickness. I have never felt the need to stop at a drive through or make an extra trip to the grocery store for a very specific food item. I only ever have to use the bathroom once at night and my daytime numbers don’t change much either. I have never felt like the baby is trying to push aside any organs or ribs. I can tell you though, that my nasal congestion is the worst ever and why won’t it just leave me alone?!

But I still have three months left. Who know if those will follow my usual or totally throw me for a loop.  

 

Baby #3 is a…

We are having another baby boy! That will make me a mother of three boys. Oh boy! It seems like a big deal. It’s not really, though. I can name so many people who have three sons. Three of my dad’s siblings have three boys. Even my grandmother had 6 boys in a row before a girl came along! A few families I grew up with also lacked a female child. Life with three boys (maybe more, maybe also with a girl in the future) sure will be exciting!

True Feelings:
I would be lying if I said I didn’t shed a few tears after learning it was a boy and not a girl. It was no secret that I wanted a girl! After I heard, I knew I was going to need a good cry to get it out of my system and then I would be fine. I thought it would wait until I got home, but I actually had my cry when the tech left the ultrasound room to show the photos to the doctor. And since it wasn’t at home, it was just a little cry. But I think it still got it out of my system! No further cry was had! I am all good with it now. I think what helped was the fact that we have the perfect name picked out (and have for some time; we are planners). This gives the baby and identity and a place in our family instead of just being some boy hanging out in my uterus. The thought of having three boys is a little overwhelming and makes me feel tired for my future self.  But it will be an adventure. And adventure I am looking forward to! And if he is as cute as those other two up there in that video, it would be hard to not love him!

Of course when you think of three boys, things like the Three Stooges come to mind. Here are some other groups of famous boys/men that come in three that make me smile.

 Clockwise, from top left:
The butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker. Representing the nursery rhymes of our childhood.
Rack, Shack, and Benny. AKA Shadrach, Meshach, and Obednigo, three guys who stood up for what they believed in and experienced first hand what our all-powerful God can do.
Snap, Crackle, and Pop. The mascots for the cereal that can be turned into a deliciously sticky treat! Fun fact: I never liked eating Rice Krispy squares when I was little because they made me sticky.
The Three Kings. Or three wise men. Or three maji. Probably not three, but whatever. The men who were chosen be among the first to welcome Jesus to this world.  How special!
DC Talk. The music of my youth. My first CD. Makers of music I never tire of listening to.

20 weeks

20 weeks

How my pregnancy is going:
Everybody always seems interested in how pregnant women are feeling, so here is how I am doing. I am feeling great! I still have that pesky nasal congestion, but after it sticking around for the entirety of two other pregnancies, I am kind of used to it. Only a few more months until it’s gone! Sleeping is still mostly comfortable, I can still get up off the floor while holding Victor after nursing him in the middle of the night (yeah, I just plop myself on the floor beside his crib instead of going to the couch in the living room), and heartburn hasn’t kicked in too terribly yet. Well, I never get it bad anyway. Even later in my pregnancies I never feel a lot of the discomforts that are so common for a lot of women, like being kicked in the ribs or other places. I am doing well, and am enjoying being pregnant.

:)

 

28

This past weekend I turned 28. 28?! That’s nuts to me! Didn’t I just graduate? Didn’t I just move out of my parents’ house? I’ve actually done a lot with my 28 years. Just in the past decade I’ve travelled to 3 continents (other than North America), made the very first move of my life to a brand new city, lived on my own for 3 years, got married, had 2 children (with another on the way!), and become a home owner. A lot of people can’t say that much at 28. I am so thankful for where my life has all led me.

The weekend was quite a good one. Jordan and Amy stayed with us Wednesday and Thursday night since they had a conference in town, and we celebrated me with an ice cream cake. Yummy! And our friend, Kate, was working in town on Friday so she spent that night as well. Although not birthday-related, the visits were special!

Friday morning some friends and I made a huge batch of wareneki together. I was glad to have something to do that morning to take my mind of the ultrasound I had booked for that afternoon. I was nervous about it! I was hoping for a sweet birthday gift of finding out the gender, but that was not to be. But not to worry. I have to go back next week because they couldn’t get clear measurement of the baby’s heart either. Surprisingly I’m not nervous about that. I actually had a couple weeks at the beginning of my second trimester where I was anxious about the health of our baby. Only for the reason that I’ve had 2 perfectly healthy pregnancies and babies; am I allowed to have another? But that anxiety melted away into just nervousness for finding out the gender. Now, even after hearing that something needs to be looked at again and they also couldn’t see the gender, I am feeling neither of those feelings anymore, which is great!SEVENHUYSENLARISSAJOY20150306141318245

Saturday morning I had brunch with the ladies from our small group and in the evening my boys and I went out for dinner. The day was also, of course, interspersed with calls and texts from family members. It was a wonderful day!

I tried adding more photos, but it isn’t working for whatever reason. Check back again later if you like!

Victor’s Birth Story

No birthing experience is exactly alike, and so I had no idea what to expect about our second child’s delivery. I was a little nervous, a little excited, and had no idea what to expect. I recounted Calvin’s birth story here, and now I will share Victor’s story.

Monday, October 21 was my due date. I was not surprised I was still a mother of just one that day. I was measuring small, and Calvin was way over due. At my doctor’s appointment the previous week, I was 2 cm dilated, and had a membrane sweep done. Nothing happened after that.

My next appointment was on Wednesday, October 23. I was measured at 5cm and had another sweep done. My doctor was very optimistic about me going into labour that evening. I don’t know how much of that was medical based and how much it was because she was on call at the hospital that night and just being optimistic. So she prescribed me a brisk walk that afternoon, and playing with Calvin on my hands and knees. I also bounced on the exercise ball to try and get things happening.

At this point I had to figure out what to do with Calvin. Thursday was the only day that my main 2 babysitters were unavailable, and my mom wasn’t sure at that point when she would be coming. So I had a fairly complicated schedule of plans A through D worked out, depending on when my mom came, and if/when I would actually go into labour, who would watch Calvin and stuff. The end result was that my mom flew in Wednesday evening, so I didn’t have to rely on anybody else. We got to use the easiest plan!

All through that evening I felt cramps coming on, like menstrual cramps. They didn’t hurt, but they were there. They were fairly strong and consistent while I was nursing Calvin before his bedtime around 8 pm, coming every 2 minutes or so, but slowed down when I was done.  I was hoping that the nursing would help them stay coming stronger and faster, but that didn’t happen. Throughout the rest of the evening I felt them every 8-12 minutes, and they weren’t hurting.

My mom arrived at our place from her flight just before midnight. At that point, I was starting to be in a little bit more pain, but they were still far apart. We went to bed. Tim fell asleep, but I didn’t. Gradually I could feel the cramps getting closer together and stronger. My doctor had instructed me to head to the hospital as soon as I felt like contractions were starting, but I had no clue what the difference was between cramps and contractions. so I decided that point was when I no longer could lay still during one. That ended up being at 2am. I woke Tim up and we made the 5 minute trek to the hospital.

When we got there I was brought to the observation area where they monitored me and the baby for a bit. They measured me at being still at 6cm. Then about half an hour later I was brought to my labour and delivery room. I spent the next little bit sitting on the ball, and riding out the contractions. At this point they were strong enough that I had to breathe through them, but they were quite manageable. It didn’t seem like much was progressing, so I asked if my doctor could break my water. I was 8cm so she came by around 4 am to do that. The passage of time is a bit hazy at this point, but I could immediately tell the contractions got worse right after. During those contractions I took the gas and Tim was continuing to massage my lower back with each contraction while I was on my hands and knees on the bed. I could feel the pain slipping away each time he reached whatever particular spot helped for each individual contraction.

It felt like only a few contractions after my water broke that I felt the need to push. I flipped over onto my back, the bottom of the bed was taken apart and the stirrups were put in place. Going into it, I was apprehensive about delivering on my back, but my doctor assured me that it was the best way for her to control the head and prevent a lot of tearing. Since I was more apprehensive about tearing, I was okay with delivering on my back. The big difference I found between that and having a crouching delivery is that I had to focus energy on two places this time. They wanted me to grab behind my legs and pull up while at the same time pushing. I heard myself say, “I can’t!” because I didn’t have the energy to do both. But somehow I managed, and after 10 minutes of pushing, Victor was here!

I ended up with just a small tear, and because of my quick delivery, there was extra bleeding or something from my uterus, so I was put on an Oxytocin drip afterward for a few hours. So while I didn’t have to be attached to an IV during labour, I was for the first little bit post delivery.

I can already tell a huge difference between this time and last time with regards to recovery. Maybe in part due to it being my second, and partially due to a smaller tear (and less swelling), but I feel like I have more energy, am less sore, and that I will recover a lot quicker in general. Plus, I can sit on our kitchen chairs!

Another difference from last time was that I obviously was not induced. The difference I think this made was that my initial crampy, “pre-labour” was a lot longer this time, but my active labour was shorter. That is definitely not something to complain about!

After Victor was born, we made calls, sent texts and were brought to my room. I wasn’t sure how long they wanted me to stay, but I wanted out that day. A couple people mentioned maybe the next day, but I really didn’t want to spend a night there! All they needed was to make sure Victor was eating okay, that he had good output, and that my Oxytocin drip was done. So we were out of there by 3:30 in the afternoon. I’d say a 13.5 hour trip to the hospital and coming home with a baby is pretty great!

First family photo of four. One day we will get a better one.

First family photo of four. One day we will get a better one.

It has been fun being a family of four the past couple days. Especially watching Calvin with his little brother. I wish you could all see it in person. So cute!