Our baby is a tiny tadpole!
Nora: “Mom, if we had a little baby at our house, I would feed her a bottle!”
Me: “Her? What if we had a baby boy?”
Nora (clench-teethed whisper): “That would be…difficult…”
BabyCenter says that the baby we’re so excited for is now the size of a poppy seed. We haven’t told Nora I’m pregnant yet, since it’s still so early, but this morning she informed us at bathtime that she has changed her mind, and that she would like to have a new baby in our house–IF it’s a girl.
When you’re pregnant, everyone who’s been there before you likes to pass on the “real” story of what pregnancy is like. While I think everybody’s experience is different, hearing the first-hand experiences of others did help me get over some of my fears. I think I also kept a lot of worries at bay by sticking to this philosophy:
Assume that everything will go well with your delivery. If you start worrying about things that can go wrong, you WILL be worried about the wrong things. Then you will have spent all that time being scared for no reason.
Thanks to genetics and luck, I had a relatively easy pregnancy and delivery, but there were a few things that surprised me along the way. Here’s how a few of the major issues played out in my case.
Morning Sickness: It’s way more real than I thought. I always thought pregnant ladies were making a big deal out of nothing, and should just toughen up. Stupid karma.
Delivery: Actually, it was kind of great. It hurt really a lot, especially at first when it was too early for drugs, but it was exciting and the end product makes you forget a lot of the bad parts. The whole thing was over pretty quickly. The actual pushing is the part I was most worried about, in terms of pain, damage to my body, and loss of dignity. The epidural and episiotomy I talk about below, and the loss of dignity was doable. I made them put the mirror away, and Blake and my mom were the only non-medical personnel in the room (and they stayed up by my head). The whole pooping on the delivery table thing isn’t worth worrying about. Seriously. As Andrea said, that’s how you know you’re doing it right.
Epidural: AWESOME. I didn’t have any bad side effects, and it was much more effective in terms of pain relief than the narcotics I got through my IV earlier on. I could still feel when the contractions were happening, and I could still push. The epidural mostly meant that I started having fun and getting into the excitement of the birth, rather than being so concerned about the pain.
Episiotomy: No big whoop. I found out later that Blake pushed my epidural button to give me some more drugs as soon as the doctor told me he was going to do it, and I’m sure that helped. Getting in and out of my hospital bed was sketchy, and later the healing was a little itchy, but it’s got to be better than a tear, right?
Recovery: Maybe I was overconfident, since I felt like I handled pregnancy so well. I came home from the hospital swollen all over, sore, and bleeding. I feel a lot better now, but it’s been four months and I still don’t feel back to my normal self. Maybe I never will. Carrying that weight around stuck awkwardly to the front of your body for nine months takes a toll on your bones and muscles. Also, there’s no getting around the fact that there’s a lot of healing that has to happen.
Postpartum depression: I don’t remember feeling depressed, but I did feel very overwhelmed at times. Everything would be fine, and then suddenly it would all be too much and I would burst into tears. I think the thing that really helped me through it was to have Blake by my side, constantly telling me what a great mom I am. (Thank you, sweetheart.)
Breastfeeding: It was really hard to get started, and I had to be really motivated to do it. The pump, nipple shields, and help from a lactation specialist were essential. Now it’s easy to do, but I’m always tied to the baby or to a breast pump.
So, there you have it–probably more than you wanted to know. Sometime before I forget too many details, I plan to post the whole story of Nora’s delivery.
It is blowing my mind that Nora is (developmentally, at least) ready to be born. I don’t find it hard to believe that she’s 7 pounds and 20 inches long, though–things are getting a bit crowded in there.
This week’s newsletter also helpfully includes early preeclampsia symptoms, which of course I am now convinced that I have:
1. swelling of your hands and face (Yes, but I might just be getting fatter.)
2. sudden weight gain (Well, I’d gained 3 pounds at my last appointment, but my doctor didn’t seem alarmed.)
3. visual changes (I’ve noticed that I see flickers in my peripheral vision.)
4. upper abdominal tenderness (A resounding YES, but it’s the same tenderness I’ve been feeling for months. If it’s worse, I just assume it’s because my tummy is bigger and the problem is naturally exacerbated.)
5. nausea (If today counts, then yes.)
Anyway, probably I’m just being paranoid and it’s nothing or will just go away on its own like my nerve pain. I hope so. Preeclampsia is scary.
I kind of can’t believe how much bigger my belly has gotten in the last three months. (for comparison purposes)
Baby – 14 1/2 inches long and kicking like crazy. She hates my other organs for some reason–maybe she feels they threaten her precious uterus.
Body – I embody womanhood. Right?? RIGHT????? I have to keep telling myself that.
Hair – I got a hideous haircut before we went to California. If only I had read this part of my new favorite book: “A very pregnant woman who wants to cut her hair is not really looking for a new hairdo, she is looking for a new, nonpregnant, look, and I’m afraid that’s too tall an order for a haircut.” Live and learn, I guess.
Puke – Only sometimes when I brush my teeth.
Heels/Lust for Life – Check. It’s become a point of pride now. I MIGHT have gone to a movie last week wearing scrubs, sneakers and a hoodie, but those reports are unconfirmed.
The good news: Our foot-long baby totally won’t be fazed by my loud singing.
The bad news: I think I have sciatic nerve pain. It hurts to walk. I’m going to try prenatal massage, a heating pad, and prenatal yoga. Any other ideas?
Just as my skin is getting too small, Nora’s is all wrinkly and too big. Typical.
I can’t believe we missed zucchini! Vegetables notwithstanding, the Anderson eyebrows have taken root.
Our baby is the size of a large sweet potato (good nickname!?) and has ears that stick out. Awesome.
Our big onion baby now has a skeleton made of bones. FYI.