I found this on one of my favorite baby sites and i thought it would help my readers when they are expecting mothers, and myself. (irene, lils, take special note, lol). It is a really good read, i promise...
…that never say never.
…that your mind is stronger than the contractions. Even when it feels like they are going to take over you your mind always overrules.
…how much it burns when the baby’s head is just starting to come out and in the process of coming out.
…that "sleep when baby sleeps" is soooo much easier said than done.
…that Breastfeeding in the beginning can be hard.
…that your baby won't always latch right away.
…how EMPOWERING birth can truly be!
…Water water water! WATER. Water before, during, and after labor.
…that cramps afterwards can hurt worse than labor.
…about the hemorrhoids after a vaginal birth
…that it is ok that your milk doesn’t come in right away.
…that babies are ok with just colostrum for the first week
...that to me it really did feel like the biggest bowel movement as my baby was making her way down past my pelvic down and into crowning.
…that you may very well sweat uncontrollably for weeks after the birth, and pee like a race horse as your body flushes all that water out.
…how DIFFERENT LABOR IS FOR EVERYONE!!
…that lochia (post-partum bleeding) smells just like the lovely smells of your new baby and NOTHING like a menstrual period.
…that breast milk is AWESOME for cradle cap.
…that the breast feeding cramps during the first few days post-partum would be fairly intense, like early labor.
…that just 10 minutes of direct sun light on cracked/scabbed nipples will heal them overnight.
…that during contractions relax your jaw! It sounds silly, but you'll feel yourself tensing up & your jaw is a reflection of your pelvis. So relax it & your body can get more out of the contraction.
…to recognize that YES the contractions are painful, but as you feel them, recognize them for what they are, don't tell yourself they aren't bad, talk through each contractions, these are painful, but I am getting closer to seeing my baby, this will end.
…that your breasts can leak a lot at night. Make sure you have a water protector on your bed, and sleep with a towel so you don't have to change the sheets every morning.
…that its not so much about being the kind of parent (or birthing mother) as it is about it's the type of child God makes for you that makes you the parent (or birthing mother) you become. Rest and let things be the way they are.
…how hungry I would be after.
…to write down what you want to remember.
…not turn down help. If anyone offers, be shameless.
…to be ready for panic attacks/crying fits/losing all logic.
…that you might not get the natural urge to push, like you read/learn about. You might have to do it willingly and consciously.
…that if you look at your vaginal area in the first week postpartum, don't freak out! Everything will shrink down and tighten up in time.
…that modesty really does go out the window (for me anyhow), a lot of people are going to see you naked.
…that having a birthing partner can be very helpful if you're birthing in a hospital, even if it means that your partner is the one wiping your bum when the nurses don't come help you while you yell that you're pooping.
...that the pain can be so strong during transition that you may throw up... a lot... while pooping and shooting pee out at the same time
...that it’s okay to make noise
…that when the contractions are so bad that you feel terrified of the next one coming or feel like crying, try as hard as you can to clear your head and not think about the next contraction.
…that if you lose a lot of blood, rebuild your iron asap and rest as much as you can in the coming weeks. It can take a very long time for the dizzy spells and things to go away.
…that you can ask the nurses to take pictures if you don't have someone to do it for you. Don't forget to take that first "family picture" while still at the hospital.
…to change your breast pads OFTEN! Air your breasts out as much as you can! I spend the first weeks after birth topless pretty much.
…that pushing the baby out takes time
…that warm baths are amazing during labor
…that Cabbage leaves, fresh from the fridge are the best things in the world for sore, full-to-the-brim breasts. Sooo soothing, and cheap!
…that it can be normal for the labia to be really swollen after birth!!!
…that Breast milk is great to clear skin up if u break out after having baby. Yes put the breastmilk on ur face like mask it's great!
…that you will still look like you're 5 months pregnant the week after you deliver. ...thatIt takes a while for the belly to firm up again. Be patient.
…to have someone take a few photos along the way during labor
…that it was okay to nap in between my contraction
…that being stitched up is way worse than any part of labor.
...that it might not hurt when your milk comes in.
…to take the pushing part more slowly
…how exhausting pushing is.
…that tensing my muscles would make the pain more intense.
…that fear made the pain more intense.
…that if you really want to push in a squatting position but are too tired, try a supported squat with your labor support
…that after birth, just pee in the shower for a few days. Get in, turn it on, pee, and then use the shower and/or peri bottle to clean everything.
…that when getting induced and going natural that "getting rest" does not mean neglecing to manage the contractions.
…that until your milk comes in, your baby will want to stay attached to your boob constantly.
…that babies smell so good, and that I could fall in love so utterly and completely and instantly.
…that as you near pushing and your body starts "pre-pushes" you feel like your bowels are going to be pushed out.
…that If the baby is down for a nap and you want to catch a shower, take the baby monitor in the bathroom with you.
…that If you start to shake uncontrollably near transition, it is totally ok and normal. Just lay down and let your body take over.
…that you will miss being pregnant.
…that it's strange that the focus is off of you and onto the baby. People are so nice and helpful when you're pregnant, but once that baby arrives, you're old news. It hurts.
…that upper thigh pain during transition. It was killer! I had no idea that body part might hurt. It was scary!
…that don't feel bad telling people "right now is not a good time to come over."
…that sleep when the baby sleeps, seriously.
…to take sitz bath as often as you can. I didn't tear at all, but it helped with the soreness.
…not to be afraid of pushing on my back. In the end it was the only position I had energy for.
…to rest for more than one contraction while pushing.
…not to forget to prepare for pushing! I had mentally prepared myself for the pain during contractions, but not for pushing.
…that delivering the placenta starts to feel like delivering the baby all over again,
Brycen's Growth Timer
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
My First Antenatal Class, Haha!
Last Saturday I attended my first birth/antenatal class. It was interesting and not what I expected to say the least.
I went with high expectations and excitement to IHK- I mean birth class!, this was a new thing (in Uganda) and having read the detailed time table of the topics for each week on the bulletin board on the maternity ward a week before, I was sure this was going the real thing like I had heard from friends like Lucy and read from BabyCenter. Okay, I think I forgot that I live in Uganda and I got my head buried in the stories I was reading online.
I sauntered into the class and 10:45 am, restless, eager and mad at myself for being 15 mins late. I had already missed three classes (plus the most important, to me, about labor and birth) and thus had resolved to make the most out of the remaining 5 classes. I was escorted by a nice nurse to the physiotherapy room where the classes were scheduled to be held. Before this, however, this nice nurse had no idea about the classes when I asked her at the reception. She was sure I was either lost or mistaken and had first told me that the classes were not held at the hospital and that if they were, Saturday was not the day. My heart sunk for 10 seconds and I felt a slight mixture of disappointment and anger begin to rise from bulging tummy. I mean, I had been reliably told by my midwife a week before about the classes and it was on her recommendation that I was there. Was she wrong? Did she tell me the wrong day, or location? After having a hurried breakfast, driving like a maniac in the morning rain and parking in a muddy parking spot all in the hope of being on time, and then this! Someone was truly gonna pay. Strike 1!
Luckily, before my heated emotions rose to heightened levels enough to be translated into ape-like rage, the nice nurse calmly asked me to take a seat while she made further inquiries. Lucky girl! Hehehe….
I sat on the hard bench and I waited for a while, waving off a few rude flies away from my feet. After 5 mins, which seemed like 30 to me, I gave this “nice” (now seemingly less nice) nurse one stern look then she immediately dialed a number. I walked back to her desk and asked her to direct me to the classroom if she were busy and she went “I am making the call just now, to confirm your class”- Strike 2!
I sat back down and 30 seconds later she asked me to follow her to the physiotherapy room. Yay! With my protruding self in tow, we walked through the triage, the children’s center, the staff dinning, the hospital kitchen, the oxygen store and towards what seemed like the hospital backyard; until I finally saw the Physiotherapy Room sign. Nice nurse (now she seemed was nice again) introduced me to our class instructor and we exchanged greetings. Shockingly, I was the first student to arrive. So I was asked to wait (again) for the others. It was understandable since it was a rainy morning so I figured my other classmates were delayed. So I busied myself familiarizing myself with the room. I saw birth balls, floor mats, a treadmill, 2 beds, and some cushy comfortable looking like floor things. This is it, I thought. I remembered a picture from Afromeetseuro blog by Lucy with similar like equipment of her birth class and I my excitement grew. I was like wooo…it’s the real thing. I was however concerned that the room was kinda messy, and all this equipment was piled into one corner of the room and there were chairs arranged in a semi-circle. They I had better not make us sit on these hard chairs, I thought to myself, for I was dressed in cotton crop pants convenient enough to do squats, stretches and generally sit on the floor and do what I imagined should be done in the antenatal classes like practice breathing and go through the labor and birth positions, (I thought this should be done at every class.
I had waited about 5 mins when three other ladies and one gentleman walked in and we were ready to begin. Our topic for the day was about how to bathe the baby, clean the cord and take care of baby skin. To my disappointment, we were asked to sit on the dreaded chairs! Urrgghhh. Strike 3!
The class started at 11:00am and I sat unhappily on the ka chair. The instructor seemed shy and a tad too young, if you asked me. She stammered through the first few sentences of her talk and I felt sorry for her. I lessened my frown (from not sitting on the floor) at her, and forged a coy smile in an effort to ease her now obvious nervousness. She went through the baby bathing, cord cleaning and skin care techniques and gradually I started paying attention. We asked questions were we needed to and she answered (not to my satisfaction) but as traditionally as she could. I realized, as the class went ahead that this was nothing like what i had anticipated. After the topic discussion, I asked her if she could recap on last weeks’ lesson about labor and birth. She gladly obliged and she ran through it. As she went on, I realized that this was not like the classes I had read about, nor was the experience going to be anything like what I was reading about in my Bradley book. This was clearly a Uganda- oriented class and everything she said was as traditional, out-dated and this-is-what-my-grandma-said kinda stuff. She said we didn’t need to do any exercises, that there is nothing that can be done about the pain, episiotomies are almost inevitable and nothing about breathing techniques (I specifically asked her about these and she gave a 2 second demonstration by panting like a thirsty cat). Strike 4!
I had, by now, learned to hide my disappointments and was just going with the flow. One of the ladies started asking, what I originally thought were ignorant questions, but later realized she was naïve. She asked what she can do so that her baby does not grow big, if she can wear a swimming costume and a C-section scar not show, if the c-section scar was black or brown and if as time goes by the stomach gets heavy. Needless to say, she gave us quite a laugh.
To cut the long experience short, this class is basically a discussion on what to expect basing on tradition in Uganda. I was the only one in the third trimester, which obviously showed that there were no rules or guidelines that are followed. Now I am not so eager anymore, but if only to get acquainted with the hospital staff and environment for when Brycen comes, I will continue to attend. I feel like I could be a better birth class instructor just from what I have read, but then again, this is Uganda, and I do not know if people are ready to be told that the truth about Natural Childbirth.
Dang! (No more strikes coz i have lost all hope)
I went with high expectations and excitement to IHK- I mean birth class!, this was a new thing (in Uganda) and having read the detailed time table of the topics for each week on the bulletin board on the maternity ward a week before, I was sure this was going the real thing like I had heard from friends like Lucy and read from BabyCenter. Okay, I think I forgot that I live in Uganda and I got my head buried in the stories I was reading online.
I sauntered into the class and 10:45 am, restless, eager and mad at myself for being 15 mins late. I had already missed three classes (plus the most important, to me, about labor and birth) and thus had resolved to make the most out of the remaining 5 classes. I was escorted by a nice nurse to the physiotherapy room where the classes were scheduled to be held. Before this, however, this nice nurse had no idea about the classes when I asked her at the reception. She was sure I was either lost or mistaken and had first told me that the classes were not held at the hospital and that if they were, Saturday was not the day. My heart sunk for 10 seconds and I felt a slight mixture of disappointment and anger begin to rise from bulging tummy. I mean, I had been reliably told by my midwife a week before about the classes and it was on her recommendation that I was there. Was she wrong? Did she tell me the wrong day, or location? After having a hurried breakfast, driving like a maniac in the morning rain and parking in a muddy parking spot all in the hope of being on time, and then this! Someone was truly gonna pay. Strike 1!
Luckily, before my heated emotions rose to heightened levels enough to be translated into ape-like rage, the nice nurse calmly asked me to take a seat while she made further inquiries. Lucky girl! Hehehe….
I sat on the hard bench and I waited for a while, waving off a few rude flies away from my feet. After 5 mins, which seemed like 30 to me, I gave this “nice” (now seemingly less nice) nurse one stern look then she immediately dialed a number. I walked back to her desk and asked her to direct me to the classroom if she were busy and she went “I am making the call just now, to confirm your class”- Strike 2!
I sat back down and 30 seconds later she asked me to follow her to the physiotherapy room. Yay! With my protruding self in tow, we walked through the triage, the children’s center, the staff dinning, the hospital kitchen, the oxygen store and towards what seemed like the hospital backyard; until I finally saw the Physiotherapy Room sign. Nice nurse (now she seemed was nice again) introduced me to our class instructor and we exchanged greetings. Shockingly, I was the first student to arrive. So I was asked to wait (again) for the others. It was understandable since it was a rainy morning so I figured my other classmates were delayed. So I busied myself familiarizing myself with the room. I saw birth balls, floor mats, a treadmill, 2 beds, and some cushy comfortable looking like floor things. This is it, I thought. I remembered a picture from Afromeetseuro blog by Lucy with similar like equipment of her birth class and I my excitement grew. I was like wooo…it’s the real thing. I was however concerned that the room was kinda messy, and all this equipment was piled into one corner of the room and there were chairs arranged in a semi-circle. They I had better not make us sit on these hard chairs, I thought to myself, for I was dressed in cotton crop pants convenient enough to do squats, stretches and generally sit on the floor and do what I imagined should be done in the antenatal classes like practice breathing and go through the labor and birth positions, (I thought this should be done at every class.
I had waited about 5 mins when three other ladies and one gentleman walked in and we were ready to begin. Our topic for the day was about how to bathe the baby, clean the cord and take care of baby skin. To my disappointment, we were asked to sit on the dreaded chairs! Urrgghhh. Strike 3!
The class started at 11:00am and I sat unhappily on the ka chair. The instructor seemed shy and a tad too young, if you asked me. She stammered through the first few sentences of her talk and I felt sorry for her. I lessened my frown (from not sitting on the floor) at her, and forged a coy smile in an effort to ease her now obvious nervousness. She went through the baby bathing, cord cleaning and skin care techniques and gradually I started paying attention. We asked questions were we needed to and she answered (not to my satisfaction) but as traditionally as she could. I realized, as the class went ahead that this was nothing like what i had anticipated. After the topic discussion, I asked her if she could recap on last weeks’ lesson about labor and birth. She gladly obliged and she ran through it. As she went on, I realized that this was not like the classes I had read about, nor was the experience going to be anything like what I was reading about in my Bradley book. This was clearly a Uganda- oriented class and everything she said was as traditional, out-dated and this-is-what-my-grandma-said kinda stuff. She said we didn’t need to do any exercises, that there is nothing that can be done about the pain, episiotomies are almost inevitable and nothing about breathing techniques (I specifically asked her about these and she gave a 2 second demonstration by panting like a thirsty cat). Strike 4!
I had, by now, learned to hide my disappointments and was just going with the flow. One of the ladies started asking, what I originally thought were ignorant questions, but later realized she was naïve. She asked what she can do so that her baby does not grow big, if she can wear a swimming costume and a C-section scar not show, if the c-section scar was black or brown and if as time goes by the stomach gets heavy. Needless to say, she gave us quite a laugh.
To cut the long experience short, this class is basically a discussion on what to expect basing on tradition in Uganda. I was the only one in the third trimester, which obviously showed that there were no rules or guidelines that are followed. Now I am not so eager anymore, but if only to get acquainted with the hospital staff and environment for when Brycen comes, I will continue to attend. I feel like I could be a better birth class instructor just from what I have read, but then again, this is Uganda, and I do not know if people are ready to be told that the truth about Natural Childbirth.
Dang! (No more strikes coz i have lost all hope)
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Third Trimester "You Know When..."
From one of the favorite reads on the right, this is my third trimester “You Know When…”
• There are food stains on all my clothes that I do not notice till after my meals
• Every time I sneeze while seated at my desk I hit my tummy on the desk a little too hard. (sorry Baby B)
• I break a sweat walking from the car to the office, and from the living room to my bedroom.
• I Exercise in my head more than actual exercise.
• I select my shoes based on which would be the easiest to put on.
• I visit the bedroom where Brycen’s stuff is every evening and refold and rearrange everything everyday
• I do not know what I lived for before expecting. What else is there? Lol
• I do not put any thought to shaving, I just do it and do not care when I have missed a patch.
• I get random hot flashes suddenly and the ice is never cold enough to keep me cool
• My ankles look like… ankles? Well I no longer have any.
• I want to eat wedding cakes every Saturday.
• I use my toes to pick up things off the ground.
• There are food stains on all my clothes that I do not notice till after my meals
• Every time I sneeze while seated at my desk I hit my tummy on the desk a little too hard. (sorry Baby B)
• I break a sweat walking from the car to the office, and from the living room to my bedroom.
• I Exercise in my head more than actual exercise.
• I select my shoes based on which would be the easiest to put on.
• I visit the bedroom where Brycen’s stuff is every evening and refold and rearrange everything everyday
• I do not know what I lived for before expecting. What else is there? Lol
• I do not put any thought to shaving, I just do it and do not care when I have missed a patch.
• I get random hot flashes suddenly and the ice is never cold enough to keep me cool
• My ankles look like… ankles? Well I no longer have any.
• I want to eat wedding cakes every Saturday.
• I use my toes to pick up things off the ground.
8 Weeks to go
I am looking at baby poop!. Do not be alarmed, Brycen is not here yet, but because of boredom, I was reading an article of what to expect the first few weeks at home and there were pictures of different types of poop; ah… the things mothers do!
It is week 32, and I think fatigue is setting in. Last night I slept for 12 straight hours and right now I am still tired. The only thing that keeps me active is the fact that I have to go to work for at least 5 hours (lucky me) each day. I so need to work on my walking exercises. Weird however, is the fact that I seem to be losing weight. I am not too sure about this, but though I look heavier, I feel it, my chest and legs are seemingly smaller. Or is it the comparison to the gynormous belly that makes them appear thus, I do not know…
Last week there were a few positive developments, most important of which was that I fired my OBGYN! Ha! And I am so happy about it.
It’s a long story, but to summarize it, she is a scalpel happy Dr., does not show much TLC for me and my little one, she rushes through every check-up and worst of all, she gave me dangerous drugs. Scary, right? Am sure you are thinking why did I not see all this all this while; well it was until she told me Brycen was head-down when I was sure I was feeling the kicks in my pelvic area that I went for a second US elsewhere, where they re-tested, re-asked, and re-analyzed my pregnancy for a good 5 hours after which I realized my OB was not the right one for me. The personal care, interest and professionalism they showed really impressed me. The same I found at the reception, waiting area, triage, lab, ultrasound …all places I went to, even in the security officers- all were very very caring and professional. Hence, I signed up with IHK, opened a file and are beginning my antenatal classes there on Saturday (am already 3 classes late)
Brycen has not turned yet and I am about to do some crazy stunts to ensure this. I know he will turn when ready, blah blah blah… but just for the fun of it, I have read that there are a few ‘techniques’ that can help. I will update you on the success of failure rate of each as I go along.
*Total weight gain: -3 kgs (from my last measurement)
*How big is baby?: Exactly 1.8 kgs! Yay!
*Sleep?: Like a mofo! Turning in bed is as if a truck, lol.
*Best moment this week? Seeing him kick in the US, firing my OB, spending 3 days with my sisters laughing, talking, eating and doing all girly and sisterly stuff!
*What I’m looking forward to: Pushing! Believe it or not!
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
9 weeks to go- I need to vent!
I am tired, grouchy and sleepy. and i am tired of being tired, grouchy and sleepy. i can only sleep after 1am and can never find a comfortable position for more than 30 mins. hence i am exhausted all the time. i hate food. i do not want to think about food, because it is all the same everyday. I am told i need to exercise so i walk, squat, tailor sit and practice my kegels, but my doc is silent on whether she is cutting me or i am pushing, hence i am probably getting more tired for nothing. I am fat, my nose is shiny all the time (lol)
every time i walk into office people keep telling me why i bother coming, but i cannot sit home for the next 7-9 weeks looking at the ceiling. coz am tired of the house. i want to move to an island and live with half-dressed people who sing, fish and dance to African rhythms all day long. i am ready to choke the next person who tells me to stay home.
Every time i look at the calender its like its going backwards, its been September for 3 months! Now i think Nabiteko gave me a cold, my throat itches and i have a dry cough. am not allowed to take any medication to ease the cold hence i have to woman up and let it heal on its own. When i do not feel the baby kick for more than 2 hours my blood pressure rises. i poke and massage and take chocolate and imbibe gallons of ice cold water to make him move. Then after he does, i spend the next 3 hours going to the toilet every 5 mins!
OH... now i feel much better. I just needed to vent.
[update, 4 hours later]...
....I am a bitch...
I do not want to be touched, smiled at, looked at or be around many people. Everyone seems to have an agenda when I look at them.
The other day I went banging at the neighbour’s gate wanting to tell them to stop throwing their rubbish over the wall. Honestly, I think that is pretty rude to say the least, and after watching them for 2 days and seeing the rubbish pile up, I went ape crazy on the poor gateman who let me in. I promised to call the LC and cops on them next time; but I think at this rate, I could take them on my own.
I do not want to do anything and I get irritated when I am doing nothing. I cannot walk 5 mins without feeling a nudging pain in my pelcvis… ah these pregnancy hormones, you gotta love them.
every time i walk into office people keep telling me why i bother coming, but i cannot sit home for the next 7-9 weeks looking at the ceiling. coz am tired of the house. i want to move to an island and live with half-dressed people who sing, fish and dance to African rhythms all day long. i am ready to choke the next person who tells me to stay home.
Every time i look at the calender its like its going backwards, its been September for 3 months! Now i think Nabiteko gave me a cold, my throat itches and i have a dry cough. am not allowed to take any medication to ease the cold hence i have to woman up and let it heal on its own. When i do not feel the baby kick for more than 2 hours my blood pressure rises. i poke and massage and take chocolate and imbibe gallons of ice cold water to make him move. Then after he does, i spend the next 3 hours going to the toilet every 5 mins!
OH... now i feel much better. I just needed to vent.
[update, 4 hours later]...
....I am a bitch...
I do not want to be touched, smiled at, looked at or be around many people. Everyone seems to have an agenda when I look at them.
The other day I went banging at the neighbour’s gate wanting to tell them to stop throwing their rubbish over the wall. Honestly, I think that is pretty rude to say the least, and after watching them for 2 days and seeing the rubbish pile up, I went ape crazy on the poor gateman who let me in. I promised to call the LC and cops on them next time; but I think at this rate, I could take them on my own.
I do not want to do anything and I get irritated when I am doing nothing. I cannot walk 5 mins without feeling a nudging pain in my pelcvis… ah these pregnancy hormones, you gotta love them.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Video Blog- Day 215
Hello Happy people,
Last evening i decided, out of sheer boredom, to start a video blog for the last weeks of my pregnancy. This lack of sleep has me doing crazy things in the middle of the night, and this video is one of them. Then i thought, "i could really keep up with this."- so here it is.
This is the first of many, and i hope, i will be able to keep it up, at least 2 times a week.
PS: I know i looked terrible, but i had spend 2 hours tossing and turning in bed, so please be kind. Oh, and i am using my phone to make these recordings (I do not have a video camera) so i hope the quality of recording ain't too bad.
Enjoy.....
Last evening i decided, out of sheer boredom, to start a video blog for the last weeks of my pregnancy. This lack of sleep has me doing crazy things in the middle of the night, and this video is one of them. Then i thought, "i could really keep up with this."- so here it is.
This is the first of many, and i hope, i will be able to keep it up, at least 2 times a week.
PS: I know i looked terrible, but i had spend 2 hours tossing and turning in bed, so please be kind. Oh, and i am using my phone to make these recordings (I do not have a video camera) so i hope the quality of recording ain't too bad.
Enjoy.....
Monday, September 5, 2011
10 Weeks to go
Ok the diet didn’t go as planned, because now not I cannot stand food, any food. The smell of it irks me yet I am hungry all the time…HELP! Last night I had beans and bread for dinner.
Heart burn, sleepless nights, fatigue have now taken over. Its hurts so much to be really tired but cannot find a suitable position to lie in, nor find sleep to take away my misery. Oh Brycen- you are already taking over my life even before you get here… I can only sleep after 11pm and wake up at least 5 times in the night to pee. My guess is that the baby is sitting on my bladder at this point hence the toilet runs. He kicks right in the middle of my tummy and I cannot figure out which position he is laying. I hope my doc will tell me this afternoon when I see her. I also have been reading a lot on natural child birth and are so hoping to push this baby. No surgery, no nedda
Today my little one is 30 weeks, about 37 cm long now, and he weighs almost 1.25 kg- with the yoghurt I have been eating, I am hoping a lil’ more than this.
I have been psyching myself up to push this baby, but last night I found out that my preferred OB is scalpel happy. Suffice it to say am so disappointed. I want to be super woman and push in spite of the infamous pain I have heard so well about. What do I do?
I conquered nipple pain, heart burn and stretch marks- yay! This is my milestone this week.
But there is more … i cannot understand the numbness that I occasionally feel in my fingers! Its unnerving, to say the least. 10 weeks to go and time is creeping so so slow. These last 2 weeks have felt like a month. I am so ready to have Brycen right now! I should, but I do not see myself getting any bigger.
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