One Fish, Two Fish

Confirmation December 5, 2011

Filed under: Anna,Doctor-rama,Month Nine — leighnut @ 11:04 pm

Well, Anna had her nine-month appointment today. She is 23 pounds, 10 ounces (97th percentile) and 30.9 inches long (99th percentile). This confirms what we’ve thought in the past couple of months: she is skinnier and longer than a few months ago. She now has a neck! This is good news, since necks are important for lots of things, like looking around corners, and checking blind spots while driving. (Although, that’s not going to matter for a while, because Anna isn’t going to drive until she’s 28, right before she starts dating at 29.)

Dr. Roberts also said that she is thoroughly impressed with Anna. She said she acts more like a one-year-old than a nine-month-old, and is “very advanced in all areas of development.” I’m a proud, proud mommy.


A Chunky Monkey and Sick Ears March 21, 2011

Filed under: Anna,Doctor-rama,Month One,Sam — leighnut @ 4:56 pm

Anna had her one month well child appointment today. She is even more of a giant than she was. Get this: she has gained three pounds and grown three inches in the last four weeks. She is now 12.8 pounds and 24 inches long. That is off the charts! The 100th percentile. Whoa. Everything went well at the appointment. Dr. Noble was impressed with her size and her rolling over trick. She was not worried about the fact that she didn’t poop for five days (yes, five days. I was a wreck.). The one little surprise was that she heard a heart murmur on exam. We will be visiting the cardiologist at Mott Children’s Hospital to have the murmur evaluated (appt. date to be determined. We will wait for them to call us.) Dr. Noble said she is not concerned about it, but that, as a rule, she sends new babies with new murmurs to Mott for evaluation. She said that the likelihood of there being a big problem is very small, especially since Anna has gained weight and grown so much in the last month.

Sam got to see Dr. Noble in the same appointment. He is still sick with the longest cold ever and it turns out — surprise! — he has an ear infection! (Yeah for Amoxicillin!) I’m not surprised. The kid is a walking snot ball. He’s also been limping for a few days and choosing to crawl periodically instead of walk or run. Dr. Noble didn’t see or feel anything abnormal with his leg, thank goodness. We’re supposed to watch it for a week and if it gets worse, he’ll have an x-ray. Poor guy has been sick for so long, he doesn’t need a gimpy leg to go along with it. The other night he said, “Mommy, I’m going to be sick forever. I don’t want to be sick anymore.” He’s so sweet.

And everything has been just perfect in the wake of the Pacifier Fairy’s visit. Sam has had no more trouble with naps or bedtime since the first grief-laden nap, nor has he mentioned his pacifier since the Fairy left him toys. I do kind of miss him asking for his “smoove pacifier, please,” but it’s so nice to be DONE. Good job, Sam!

Rob and I are still lacking in the sleep department. Anna is obviously not checking her messages or she’d have gotten our desperate pleas for an earlier bed time. Thank goodness for the screens in our life — the DVR, the Kindle, and the World Wide Web! 🙂


Heart Beat February 28, 2011

Filed under: Doctor-rama,Mom and Dad — leighnut @ 9:43 pm

Oh hi, my heart is fine. Everything resolved itself, just like Dr. Williams and Rob predicted (he is a doctor, you know). I’m supposed to wear the heart event monitor until the end of March, but I took it off this weekend. I am a noncompliant patient. My blood pressure is back to normal (I weaned off the BP med at my OB’s suggestion) and my heart rate is out of the 40’s, back to high 60’s to low 70’s. So, although it was a blip on the radar, it still makes the list of reasons why we’re not having any more children. 🙂


Anna’s Birth February 27, 2011

Filed under: Anna,Birthday!,Doctor-rama,Hospital Life,Mom and Dad,Photo — leighnut @ 4:46 pm

Everybody says that no two birth experiences are the same. Even the same person can have a radically different experience from one delivery to the next. Let me tell you, this is most certainly true. Anna’s birth went more quickly, felt more intense, and was easier (in some ways) than Sam’s birth. I’m not going to give the blow by blow of every detail and how it was different than the first time. You’d be here reading until next week. I’ll just tell a little story of how Anna was born.

It all started Wednesday morning, February 16. I had called the clinic the week before and asked to please be induced at week 39, so Baby Girl wouldn’t get any bigger than she already was. They agreed and had me come in that Wednesday morning to see if I had progressed any more, in order to decide how to proceed with the induction. I was 2.5 cm dilated and 100% effaced (meaning the cervix had completely thinned out) and Dr. Williams said to come in that evening. Before we left the clinic, we had a long talk with Dr. Keeton about the risks of delivering a big baby. There was risk for me — significant tearing, bleeding, etc. — and risks for the baby. She told us again about shoulder dystocia, where the baby’s shoulders are so big they cannot come out. There were three options for delivering a big shouldered baby, some requiring twisting of the baby as she was delivered, certain body positions for me to widen the pelvis as much as possible, and the last resort — breaking her little collarbone to get her out. The twisting movement had the potential to cause nerve damage to her arm, resulting in a palsy that may be permanent, like a “dead” arm that has no movement. We didn’t know Dr. Keeton as well as the other two members of the team, so Rob finally said, “Dr. Keeton, please don’t beat around the bush. Are you trying to help us come to the decision to have a C-section, because that is the safest thing to do?” She assured us that was not what she was saying, but that we needed to know the risks involved with delivering a giant baby. Needless to say, I went home with a lot more to think about before heading back into the hospital.

Once we got there, we were greeted by the staff and the residents who said that the original plan was to ripen the cervix before starting Pitocin. But because my cervix was already completely effaced, they checked with Dr. Williams and skipped that step. We started Pitocin around 8:30 p.m., as well as having my water broken. It didn’t take long for the contractions to start intensifying and I soon found myself rolling and bouncing around on a birthing ball. It didn’t do much for me in the way of pain control, but it was a nice distraction from the contractions. I’m fuzzy on the timing, but I dilated to five relatively quickly, then sat there, stuck at five for a while. I did get an epidural at this point, though it wasn’t a magical moment like the epidural I had with Sam. (I think because Sam was posterior, or facing backwards, the epidural provided amazing relief from the back pain I was experiencing. Not the case with Anna.) It was so strange to actually have abdominal pain with this labor, since I felt none with Sam, because of his position. The senior resident came in to check me and said she felt the scar tissue on my cervix. She broke that up and both Rob and I said, “Now would be a good time to call Dr. Williams in. If it’s anything like last time, this isn’t going to take long to start pushing.” They said, “Oh. Yes, well, every labor experience is different, etc. etc.” Sure enough, a short three minutes later, I was dilated to 9 — almost 10 — centimeters and feeling very ready to get the party started, so to speak.

Suddenly, the room was filled with residents and an attending MD, our nurse, and a few other people who are blurry in my memory. They said I could start pushing, then asked me to stop when they saw that there was no way Dr. Williams was going to make it in. So I sat there, breathing through contractions, waiting until they said I could start again. Finally, I think I mentioned something about wanting to die rather than wait any more. “I feel like I’m on fire.” One of the residents said, “Oh yeah, the ring of fire.” (Then all I could think of was the part in the movie Finding Nemo where the Tank Gang is initiating Nemo into their club. They shout, “The Ring of FIRE!” a few times.) So I started pushing.

This is the part where time stands still. It felt like an hour had passed pushing Anna out, but in fact, it was nine minutes. Nine long minutes. Because she was so big, there was no time to leisurely push her out. It had to be one semi-fluid movement. I yelled at everybody in the room. I yelled about everything. Not screaming, just yelling at people. Dr. Williams was teaching the resident as she delivered the baby and I heard the word “dystocia.” I shouted at her, “Don’t say dystocia!” Dr. Williams assured me that everything was fine, she was just teaching. I yelled back at her, “I don’t want my baby to have a dead arm!!” In real life, I’m not a yeller. I felt like someone else during those nine minutes. Someone out of control and yet, in control at the same time. Like I was two people.

And then — just like that — she was out and on my chest and we were marveling at her hair. Long, thick, dark hair. I nursed her right away — she was a champ right from the start — then they took her over to check her out. She scored a 9 on the Apgar — healthy and happy and screaming like a pterodactyl.

The best part is that I remember everything. There was no magnesium to cloud my memory of the event. And I didn’t puke. That was a plus, too. 🙂

She’s my little rabbit and I love her to pieces.


Where’s House MD When You Need Him? February 23, 2011

Filed under: Doctor-rama,Hospital Life,Mom and Dad — leighnut @ 1:43 pm

The lack of new pictures on this blog is unacceptable. I know. But we’ve had another little adventure here on Wildwood Court. It wouldn’t be a pregnancy with me if there wasn’t adventure to go with it. The short version is that I spent another night in the hospital with an extremely low heart rate in the 40’s and really high blood pressure (187/110 at home). All of my blood work, chest x-ray, and an echocardiogram were all normal. They sent me home with meds to lower my blood pressure and an assurance that I can live happily for 1000 years with a heart rate in the 40’s, even though it feels uncomfortable at times. There is no answer for my symptoms, no diagnosis to hang our hats on, just a “Huh, that’s weird.” My OB said she’s seen this one other time in her career with a recently postpartum woman and that it resolved itself in a matter of days. That would be nice.

So. Pictures are forthcoming. We are really, really low on sleep here and pictures have not made it to the top of the list of things to do. But we have them and they are cute!


A Plan! February 15, 2011

Filed under: Doctor-rama,Mom and Dad,Pregnant!,Sam,Third Trimester — leighnut @ 3:59 pm

OK, here’s the plan. I will go in to the clinic tomorrow to see if any progress has been made. If there has been progress, we will go in to the hospital Thursday morning for an induction. If there has not been progress, then I will go in tomorrow evening for cervical ripening (I assume that means having Cervadil placed).

This is very exciting! I love having a plan. Love, love, love. And I love that we can tell Sam what to expect so he doesn’t have to wonder whether we’re going to be in our beds in the morning. I’m so grateful that Mom and Drew are here to take care of Sam and help out with whatever comes up. Plus, it’s been fun. And we like fun. 🙂


And the Lovely Disappears… February 9, 2011

Filed under: Doctor-rama,Pregnant!,Third Trimester — leighnut @ 10:21 pm

Well, today’s appointment was disappointing. There’s been NO change. I’m no more dilated than I was last week. Boo. So we all need to think dilating thoughts, ok?

In the meantime, it’s really fun having my mom here. It’s a huge relief to have another pair of hands around during the day — plus, we knit a lot. Because what this world needs is more baby hats. 🙂