Inducing Labor

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I’ve been reflecting a lot lately about how people (me) and things change over time, whether good or bad.  Around this time last year, I was angry and bitter after a failed IVF cycle.  I had SO many feelings.  I cried, I was frustrated, I wanted to be alone, and I distanced myself from the Lord.  The feelings of my heart floated around like endless ripples in the water.  The thoughts in my mind crashed like waves on the shore.  I was in no position to help anyone because I was the one that needed help.  I needed to change my attitude then in order to accept the change I embrace now.  Now, a year later, my life has undergone an irreversible change…being a parent.

Inducing Labor

As the days drew near to our babies’ delivery, I knew the plan was to induce labor.  The doctor wanted me to make it to 39 weeks, if baby didn’t come before then.  With twice/week appointments and NSTs plans seemed to change frequently.  Everything depended on my doctor appointments and exams.  In the meantime, I decided to read up about inducing labor to prepare me for that process.  At 38 weeks, I was dilated to 3 cm and my doctor was hopeful for my scheduled induction.  My uterus was “ripening” well so my doctor recommended pitocin to induce labor.  A week earlier he recommended pitocin and a vaginal tablet.  Sorry, can’t recall the name of that medication right now.  The tablet is inserted vaginally and used to help the uterus soften to prepare for delivery.  But, since my uterus was “ripening” I didn’t need the tablet.  Lucky me.

Week 39 arrived – my scheduled induction.  My husband and I had a leisure morning, ate lunch at Zippy’s, and then headed to Queens with all our stuff.  When I say stuff, I mean baby’s car seat & 1 bag – full of clothes for both of us, clothes to dress the baby upon discharge, snacks, toothbrushes/paste, and whatever else we felt was necessary.  I had been warned to eat a good lunch because I wouldn’t be eating anything until after the baby came out.  (I would’ve been fine except being induced took WAY more time and energy than I ever expected.)

Anyways, so once we got there, we got our room, got hooked up to baby monitors, IV, and pitocin…the inducing started.  My husband and I pretty much just cruised in the delivery room until it was time to sleep.  We watched TV, looked at our phones, texted family members with updates, and stared at each other.  Lol.  Actually, it’s REALLY hard to do anything in the hospital.  A nurse or 2 would come in every hour to check the monitors, medications, ask questions, do a vaginal exam, etc.  My doctor came in the evening (and was in consultation with the nurses and doctor on shift) to check on me.  He reminded me that inducing labor is a really slow process.

About 14 hours into the process (3am) I decided to have an epidural.  I was really hesitant about having an epidural because then I would be bed bound and reliant on a catheter to use the bathroom.  I asked the nurses and residents about the specific process.  I was SO tired but I couldn’t sleep because I was uncomfortable.  It’s funny because every time there’s a new shift a new nurse would come in and ask me what my level of pain was.  For me it was low (2-3) because of the excess fluid made it almost impossible to feel any contractions.  You’d think that since I didn’t feel any contractions, I didn’t need an epidural.  But, I agreed to have an epidural.  Apparently Queen’s was really busy that night and I had to wait about 15 minutes.  It wasn’t long to wait.  I suppose if I was farther along in the process, 15 minutes would feel much longer.  Lol.

The anesthesiologist came in and explained the process of an epidural and what to expect afterwards – possible side effects.  At 3am my husband was already sleeping but was awoken by the bright lights that needed to be on.  The anesthesiologist talked me through every thing, step by step.  She was really good, I hardly felt anything.  To me, if I can barely feel the needle – you’re good.  I’ve had blood drawn that’s hurt more than getting an epidural, honestly.  The anesthesiologist also explained the button…an additional boost of medication that should only be pushed as needed.  Once you push the button, you’d have to wait at least 10 minutes before pushing it again, if you needed to.  Well, you could keep pressing the button but it wouldn’t release any medicine.

The epidural was nice!  I was definitely able to feel comfortable and get minimal rest.  I didn’t feel the contractions before I got it and sure didn’t feel them after either.  Lol.  After that things were pretty mellow until the morning.  Mellow as far as progress for the baby.  The nurses and residents continuously come in and check on you…but at least at night they use the low light so you can a little rest, or none if it bothers you.  Lol.

In the morning, around 7am, now 18 hours into my scheduled inducing, my doctor came to check on me.  He, along with a couple of nurses, pricked my water bag so it would slowly drip out.  He made a few holes using a very thin needle.  I happily didn’t feel anything because of the epidural.  My doctor noted progress – I was dilated to 6 cm.  This was great news to me because I thought we were nearing the birth of our baby.  Technically I was in active labor but couldn’t feel it.

In the early evening my doctor came to see me again and I was still dilated to 6 cm.  I had so much fluid and the baby was still now dropping so the doctor decided to let out a little flow of fluid to help guide the baby down and help me dilate more.  He made a few more pokes to let more fluid drain out.  The nurses changed the padding under me as needed.

Evening went fine, well maybe fine isn’t the right word for it.  I was hungry, tired, and confined to the bed.  We watched TV, talked and cruised in the room.  We got a visit from my sister-in-law and 2 nieces, who brought dinner (for my husband of course).  My sweet husband ate outside the room so I wouldn’t have to smell any of it.  We chatted and then they went to visit someone on another floor.

Everything was pretty calm…until about 1 in the morning.  (I had been at the hospital for 36 hours now.)  My husband was sleeping on a fold up bed near me.  I started to shake and shiver as if I was cold.  I tried to go back to sleep but couldn’t.  After 10-15 minutes, I decided to call the nurse.  Unfortunately, the remote had fallen to the left of the bed and it was hanging down that side.  I tried to reach for it a couple times and almost got it.  I felt the shaking getting stronger and out of control.  I called my husband a few times but he didn’t hear me.  I reached one more time for the remote and got it.  Oh, I forgot to mention that besides having the IV on my right hand, the epidural tube came up my right shoulder, I had an oxygen mask on, a blood pressure cuff on my left arm, AND I couldn’t feel from the waist down.  The blood pressure cuff went off every 20-30 minutes.  SO, reaching for the remote to call the nurse was much more difficult than it sounds.  Lol.

I finally called for the nurse.  When she came in, I told her how I felt and she told me to try and relax.  She asked if I wanted some medicine for nausea.  I agreed to take it – via IV.  But before she could give it to me, I threw up on myself and the gown I had on.  My husband awoke to me throwing up and helped the nurse clean me up.  I got a new gown and a warm blanket, literally.  When the nurse left to get the nausea medication, I asked my husband to give me a blessing.  I didn’t know what was going on with me.  I was shaking and shaking.  I couldn’t stop myself.  My husband gave me a blessing before the nurse came in with my nausea medicine.  My regular nurse for the evening came in and checked my temperature.  The thermometer read that I was fine but the nurse didn’t believe it and quickly obtained another thermometer, which showed I had a fever.  I took deep breaths to help calm me but that didn’t always help.  I got the nausea medicine and my shivering slowed down.

It was 2:15am…My contractions plateaued and I was over it.  I wanted the baby out.  I still had a fever and shakes (intermittently).  The nurse called my doctor and a c-section was in the works.

Next post: Cesarean Delivery


Low Risk to More Risk

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Hi everyone!  I know, it’s been a while since my last post.  I think it’s obvious the baby is here, leaving me less time to write.  Lol.

Everything was going smoothly with all my appointments.  I was going every other week on Saturdays so I wouldn’t have to take time off from work.  That was my preference because I wanted to save my leave.  Well at 33 weeks, the nurse scheduled me for additional appointment the following week.  I thought it was weird because I previously scheduled all my appointments to the end – 40 weeks.  I agreed to come in for the appointment even though I was thinking they were mixed up on what week I was on.

Prior to that, my husband had been trying to get me to attend a co-worker’s new store open house.  I kept insisting that I didn’t think it was necessary to go to the open house.  I didn’t want to drive to town when I didn’t have an appointment.  So, when I got an additional appointment, which happened to be the day of the open house, I reluctantly agreed to go.  A few days before the open house, I began to question my husband about this “open house”.  I didn’t feel like he was telling me everything.  He told me to stop asking him about it, so I did.  But I kept thinking about it.  I thought his co-workers were going to have a baby shower at the “open house” but even I wasn’t convinced that was it.  I knew there was something going on but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

A few days before my appointment and the “open house” I thought about calling the doctor to verify that I was on week 34 and not 35.  Well, that didn’t happen.  I figured I’d just clarify with the doctor at that appointment and not worry about it.

The day of my appointment arrived.  At week 35, I was scheduled for an exam and ultrasound.  So, when I clarified it with the doctor, he agreed they made a mistake and I was 34 weeks.  But since I was there and undressed from the waist down, he decided to do an ultrasound.  During the ultrasound he noticed my amniotic fluid was high and was concerned about it.  He asked if we could go to Queen’s Labor and Delivery to complete a NST (Non Stress Test).  I looked at my husband because he wanted to go to the “open house”.  I was thinking we could skip the “open house” and do the NST.  My husband told the doctor we had something so we scheduled an appointment for the afternoon.

We left the doctor and headed toward the “open house”.  He told me it was at Manoa Marketplace.  As we were driving there I told him, “I know it’s been a long time since I’ve been to Manoa Marketplace but it’s it that way?”  I was pointing to the right as we were going left.  My husband shushed me and told me the “open house” was at Waioli Tea Room.  At this point I was super confused but I knew something was up.  We walked up to the front and were greeted by a woman who asked if we were here for a bridal shower or baby shower.  I looked at my husband and he had a big grin on his face.  We both laughed as he turned me to walk toward my group of friends.  SURPRISE!  It was definitely a surprise and a very enjoyable brunch.

After the brunch we headed to Queen’s Labor and Delivery for my first NST.  The NST was for the baby, not me.  If you’ve never had a NST, they do the same thing when you’re admitted.  Let me explain.  Due to the excess fluid, the doctor wanted to make sure my baby was doing well and he was not under stress.  Hence, the NST…Non Stress Test.  In Labor and Delivery, I sat up on the bed and lifted my shirt just to expose my belly.  The nurse placed 2 monitors on my stomach, 1 to monitor contractions and the other to monitor the baby’s heart beat & rate.  The nurse used wide elastic bands to obtain the right placement of the monitors.  It’s like a wrist watch.  The face of the contraction monitor is placed at the center of your belly and then they tighten the band.  The monitor for baby’s heart beat & rate is wherever baby is.  For me he was faced down so the monitor was below the contraction monitor.  Since my baby moved around A LOT, the nurse would often have to adjust the monitor.  My NST lasted about an hour and then I was free to go, not without scheduling my next one.

My first NST was quite painless.  One of the first things the nurse asked me is if I knew why I was there.  Lol.  I sure hope so.  I know there’s a technical name for excess amniotic fluid but I didn’t know it. (It’s call polyhydramnios.)  The nurse gave me water and the remote for the TV.  Ooh, I forgot!  Along with the 2 monitors the nurse gave me a button to press every time I felt the baby move.  The button reminds me of Wheel of Fortune where they are referred as “buzzers”.  It’s easy to grasp and great for pushing frequently.  Lol.

It was then that I realized my pregnancy was no longer “low risk”.  I had to do NSTs weekly until the doctor ordered otherwise.  Another thing to note about the NST, it varies in time.  For example, the first time I went it took an hour.  The next time I went it was longer.  The shortest time for me was half an hour.  The reason for the variation is because the nursing staff needed to contact my doctor to review the monitors and give the “ok” for me to leave.

Well, 34 weeks was just the start of what I call “pregnancy excitement” aka stress.  In upcoming weeks I experienced much more than I ever thought I would.  Twice a week appointments, twice a week NSTs, 2 more ultrasounds, and weekly vaginal exams.  The twice a week appointments, NSTs, and ultrasounds is how the doctor monitor my polyhydramnios.  I got quite use to it, although now that I think about it, it was pretty draining.  Having 2 more full fetal ultrasounds was nothing I expected but I was grateful for them.  Not only was I able to get more pictures, but I was able to see my baby more.  The ultrasounds looked at the fluid and the baby’s growth, including the heart.  One of the main concerns my doctor had about the excess fluid is the umbilical cord.  If my water broke the cord could come down before the baby which would result in an emergency c-section.  I was lucky to have the reviewing doctor present at each ultrasound.  He asked questions and watched the ultrasound technician take measurement.  Through discussion with us he determined that they did not know why there was excess fluid.  He noted that gestational diabetes was one common cause for excess fluid, which I did not have.  I never knew why I had so much fluid but I knew my fluid was about equal to the size of they baby.  I remember at 35 weeks the ultrasound gauged that the baby was 6 lbs 10 oz.  I thought, yikes!  Then at 37 weeks the ultrasound said 8 lbs 6 oz.  That created another concern for my doctor.  Of course the ultrasound has a range – room for error.

So, although my pregnancy began with little risk as time went on risk increased and the doctor induced labor.

Just as a side note….The only thing I will say about vaginal exams as a pregnant lady, is that’s they’re painful.  It’s nothing like a pap smear…at all.

Next post:  Inducing Labor


Pregnancy Class & Baby Expo 2013

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Hello All!

Time is quickly passing and I need to catch up on few things.  So I’m going to combine a couple things into 1 post.

First, since we plan to have our baby at Queen’s Medical Center (QMC) in Honolulu, we decided to check out the classes and other information they offer.  That’s how we signed up for the “Understanding Birth and Babies Intensive” class.  It was 9am – 5pm and $80/couple.  You could bring your own lunch, which we did, or you can purchase something in the cafeteria.  The provided some snacks too.

At first, I wasn’t concerned about the class and thought it would be helpful for us to do something prior to the birth of our son.  I definitely wasn’t sold on participating in a particular thing like lamaze classes.  I sought information pertaining to labor and delivery, breast feeding, and any other information that would help.

So, I knew going into the class that I would be bombarded with information.  Interestingly enough, the class kept my attention and I learned a lot.  I watched more birthing videos at that class than I’ve ever watched in my life.  Lol.  The class covered an overview of all the medications available during labor, breast feeding including different positions for the baby, changing diapers and swaddling.  We also practiced various breathing methods for contractions.  I’m not sure how successful I was with that.  The women held a bag of ice in their hands while the instructor timed the “contractions”.  By the end of the exercise my bag of ice was melted.  Lol.  During one of the breathing exercises, the spouses or partners were coached by the instructor to assist the women with a “contraction”.  When I looked at my husband for the breathing, he smiled at me and didn’t say anything.  I shook my head and we just laughed.  Obviously we weren’t taking it too seriously.  Lol.  It’s something we’d have to work on.

We also received a few magazines, a lot of handouts, and a booklet.  The booklet we got was “Understanding Birth”.  I believe you can check it out at seewhatyouread.com.  There was a booklet about installing a car seat, a pamphlet about birth certificates, a pre-registration form for admissions, and general information about maternity services.  All helpful information, of course.  That was not everything we received.  Prior to attending the class, we received an email with ALL the handouts and powerpoint presentations that would be discussed in the class.  We didn’t print them all out but we looked through all of them before attending the class.

The class ended with a maternity tour.  We saw the individual rooms complete with a bathroom, shower, tv, and pull out bed.  It was good to see what things will look like rather than just show up when you’re in labor.  Overall, I thought the class was good and helpful.  It didn’t necessarily calm any of me fears, but it helped me to understand more and be aware and hopefully more prepared.  I’m glad we went.

Baby Expo 2013

I wish I could say the same about the Baby Expo 2013.  I should’ve known better but we still went.  To attend, it was $6 for parking and $5.50 per person.  There was a $1 off coupon for admission making it $4.50 per person.  So, just to get the 2 of us in the door…it was $15.  Typing that makes it seem even more ridiculous that we went.  Anyways!

Upon entry we were given all these ads and papers.  There was supposed to be a free gift for the first 100 people.  We were one of the first people in line because I had an early appointment.  Believe me, we were not there early to stand in line for a free gift.  Besides, you know what the free gift was??  Drum roll….$10 off coupon for “Banz”.  Seriously?  I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining about a free gift, but that’s pretty much what I’m doing.  I thought a little goodie bag would have been more helpful.  Well, that’s just what I think.

I soon realized that the Baby Expo wasn’t going to be helpful to me as an expecting mother. I felt like I was a target for companies.  Everywhere we went, vendors were trying to get us to sign up for a drawing for some kind of baby item or 1st birthday party.  A first birthday, really?  The baby’s not even here!!  I thought that was a bit ridiculous.  Yes, I know I like to be organized and plan things far in advance but entering a drawing for a 1st birthday party was a bit much for me.  Needless to say, I didn’t enter too many of those.

Unfortunately, I was not about to leave after paying $15 to enter.  There were a lot of food booths around and a lot of other meaningless vendors.  Check this out, for example, there were at least 2-3 solar companies there.  Tell me, what do solar companies have to do with me having a baby?  I don’t know who goes to a baby expo looking to install solar panels!  Lol.  That was obviously one vender that was not helpful for me.  It could have been helpful for someone else looking to lower their energy costs with all the laundry they’ll do with a baby.

Of the 100+ booths set up, I think there were only a handful that were meaningful to me.  The Queen’s Medical Center booth was the one I found most beneficial and pertinent to my needs.  Since I would be delivering there, it made sense to stop there.  There was a lactation specialist present and she provided some helpful information about breastfeeding.  I was a little caught off guard by the way she talked about breasts.  I suppose I was not expecting such straight-forward talk.  Lol.  My husband reminded me that it’s her line of work/career.  Made sense.  At that booth they also handed out magnetic picture frames.

We got a lot of handouts – some helpful, some not.  We also attended a class or workshop on how to keep your baby safe.  There were 4 couples total in the class and it was free.  The class touched on how to keep your baby safe in a crib/play pen.  The instructor had a crib set up and we, the participants had to tell her 7 things that were wrong with it.  So, pretty much the baby should lay on their back with nothing else in the crib – no bumpers, blankets, nothing.  She explained risks for SIDS, answered our questions, invited us to receive free texts about caring for baby, and that was it.

I think we spent more money on parking, entrance, and food than anything else!  Of course there were vendors selling items such as hooded towels, blankets, clothes, etc.  None of those things appealed to me because if I made the time, I could make them myself.  Lol.

Well, I probably won’t be going to another Baby Expo but it’s ok.  I’m sure it can be helpful for someone else! 🙂

Next post: Invoice


Gestational Diabetes Testing

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Hi everyone!  I didn’t realize it’s been over a month since my last post.  I’ve been thinking about writing for a couple weeks and am only now sitting down to write.  I’m pretty sure you’re not dying to read my posts and if you are, I apologize for the delay!  Lol.

Well, between 24-28 weeks, the doctor ordered a blood test for me, specifically to test for gestational diabetes.  I wasn’t worried about how the test would go because a few of my co-workers explained the process to me.  I was a little worried about the results because I have diabetes in my family history.

At 25 weeks, which was mid-April, I went in for the test.  I knew I had to be there for an hour, which is not the most exciting thing to do, but it had to be done.  Prior to my blood test, I was instructed not to take my thyroid medicine and that I had to be fasting at least 8 hours.  So, I did.  The phlebotomist gave me 5 oz of a sugary drink of my choice – lemon, lime, or orange.  With no particular preference, I went with orange.  She told me I had 5 minutes to finish it but instead I drank it as fast as I could.  I felt so disgusted afterward.  It was as though I drank pure syrup.  It was so concentrated, it reminded me of the Malolo or Hawaiian Sun syrups.  Yuck!  Upon finishing the drink, I was informed that I was allowed to take sips of water while I waited an hour.  I was also instructed to remind the phlebotomist 5 minutes before my hour so she could be ready to draw my blood at the exact hour mark.

While waiting, I took sips of water here and there.  My poor baby was active.  I felt so gross from the drink and so sad for my baby.  I also went for a walk to distract myself from feeling so gross.  The walk and sips of water helped ease my discomfort and calmed my active baby.  When it was time, I notified the phlebotomist, she drew my blood, and I left.  Luckily, I had taken the day off so I didn’t have to rush anywhere.

The next morning, early into my work day, the nurse called me about my test results.  She told me the results came back high so my doctor wanted me to do the 3 hour test.  I hesitantly agreed.  At the time, she didn’t tell me what the actual value was and I didn’t ask because I was too overcome with worry that I might have gestational diabetes.  I told her I would do the 3 hour test the next day.  I adjusted things at work so I could take half day.  I later found out that my blood glucose was 165, which was high.  The range was 70-140 mg/dL.

I looked up information on gestational diabetes to get more educated about it.  Then my husband and I went on a walk to talk about gestational diabetes, how it would affect our baby, what it would require of me, and all the risks involved.  I was so overwhelmed with information it was if I assumed I had it.  I was definitely worried, in fact, it was my first pregnancy scare.  I decided that night that I would take my thyroid medication in the morning before the test.  I also made sure to fast for at least 8 hours.

So, the next morning I went early to start the 3 hour test, 7am to be exact.  This test was a little different from the first test I did 2 days prior.  The phlebotomist took my blood before giving me the glucose drink.  I again went with orange flavor and then I was given 10 oz, the entire bottle, to drink.  Yuck!  After I finished drinking I came back 3 more times (every hour for the next 3 hours) and got my blood drawn.  In the meantime, I sipped water and walked.  The phlebotomist alternated arms and in the end, I received 4 pokes.  My poor arms.  I left with both arms wrapped in colored stretchy tape.  I was anxious about the results but hoped it would come back normal.  I knew I wouldn’t hear back until the next day so I tried not to think about it too much.

The next day, I expected to hear back about the results so I waited a few hours before calling the doctor’s office.  I spoke with the nurse, who confirmed that the results came back normal.  I asked her for the specific values and wrote them down.  I knew I would receive the results in a day or 2 via mail but I wanted to know the break down.  Here are the values she gave me: 74, 134, 124, and 116 mg/dL.  The 74 was the baseline value, no glucose drink.  134 mg/dL = after 1 hour, 124 mg/dL = after 2 hours, and 116 mg/dL = after 3 hours.  Phew!  It was such a relief and I was really grateful not to have to worry about that anymore.

I think I now truly understand why pregnant women do not look forward to the gestational diabetes testing.  Although I was impressed by the choices of glucose drinks, I was not a bit excited to drink it, twice.

This experience, although briefly stressful, helped me remember that this pregnancy is a gift.  It helped remind me to take things slowly and enjoy the experience of being pregnant.  Not that I haven’t enjoyed it, but this experience was just a little reminder for me.  It was also a reminder to me to exercise more to prepare my body and mind for labor.

My husband found a short video on You Tube for me – on stretching.  This meant that I would have to wake up 10-15 minutes earlier each day.  Not what I desired to do, but knew that it was important.  My husband offered to stretch with me, which helped, until he got sick.  Then I needed motivation to stretch on my own.  And now, he’s not sick, but I’m still stretching every morning on my own.  I tease him that it was a trick.  Lol.  There have been a few instances when I’ve stretched right after returning home from work, especially if I’ve been sitting a lot and my back is sore.  The video has helped me.  Just as a side note, it’s about 10 minutes, only instrumental, and calm.

Here’s the video!  Check it out if you want.

Next post: Free Breast Pump


Weight Gain!

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Hi everyone!!  Hope you’re all doing great.  I have so many thoughts but not enough time to express them all.  So, I’ll have to spread them out through a few posts.

In recent weeks, my baby bump has grown to the point where it can no longer be hidden.  I’m not trying to hide it, but I have noticed I get asked the same questions by different people.  Here are the 2 questions I’ve been bombarded with:

  • How are you feeling?
  • Do you know what you’re having yet?

I typically answer that I’m fine and/or good.  I tell people we’re having a boy and that’s about it.  The questions don’t bother me, I think I’m just surprised at the number of times I repeat myself.

Anyways!  When I saw the doctor after my screening tests were complete, he explained the results and that I was low risk, not no risk.  I don’t know why, but that stuck with me.  It made total sense to me.  I was very grateful to be low risk because prior to being pregnant, I assumed I would be high risk.  With all the things my husband & I went through to try to become pregnant, I figured being pregnant would be difficult for me, especially with my thyroid.  I recognize that anything can happen during pregnancy.  Everyone I know desires for their baby to be healthy.  Unfortunately, that doesn’t always happen.  During this pregnancy I have tried to keep my excitement realistic and somewhat controlled.  Yes, I’m excited and taking it day by day.

Weight Gain

As promised, I’m going to tackle the topic of weight gain.  Well, I’ll do what I can.  Lol.  When my husband & I first met with the doctor, we were informed about A LOT of stuff.  One of those things was weight gain.  Based on my height and pre-pregnancy weight, the doctor told us that he would expect me to gain 25-30 lbs during pregnancy.  Seriously?

My initial reaction was, “he can’t be serious!”  Of course, I didn’t express that out loud, just to myself.  I kindly nodded in agreement but in fact, it was quite crazy to me.  I knew the weight gain was for a good purpose but the number seemed so absurd.  I quickly added it in my head and yikes!  I’ve never weighed that much, ever!  To top it off, I would weigh more than my husband toward the end.  At the time, I just couldn’t imagine that.  Oh dear!

I was almost 3 months when first saw the doctor.  He explained the break down of the weight gain.  I was to see him monthly for the 1st & 2nd trimesters, bimonthly in the 3rd trimester, and weekly for the last month.  So, with that, he went through the expected weight gain at each trimester.  In the 2nd trimester, he recommended I gain 2-4 lb every month or 1/2 lb – 1 lb per week.  In the 3rd trimester, he recommended I gain 1 lb per week.  It was all so overwhelming at the time.  Now, not so much.

1st trimester – I gained 5 lb (ended in January)
2nd trimester – I’ve gained 9 lb so far. (ends soon)  I gained 3 pounds in March and 6 pounds in April.  At my last appointment, when I got on the scale, the nurse said, “Wow, you gained a lot this month.”  As you can imagine, that just made me feel so great!  Lol.  I restrained myself from saying something, like shut up.  When we met with the doctor, he said, “just because you’re hungry doesn’t mean the baby is hungry.”  OK, I get it!  I understood that to be his way of telling me that I gained too much this month.  He added how it could change my overall weight gain and that I would still be in the 25-30lb range.  I suppose that made me feel a little better.  But really, it was quite the downer.  I knew I was stewing over it because I kept bringing it up to my husband.  I decided no more M&M ice cream sandwiches and more water at work instead of a snack.  Lol.  So far, it’s been good.

Just as a side note, my husband & I have been married for 8 years.  We’ve never owned a scale until now!  Lol.  Now I can keep track of my weight gain as often as I want…which is not that often.  Lol.

I think that’s it for weight gain right now.  I’m sure I can talk about it again in the next few months.

In my next posts, I have a few different topics I’d like to talk about…gestational diabetes testing, birthing class, & breast pump.

Next post: Gestational Diabetes Testing


Yikes!

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After accepting the job, it wasn’t long before I realized the scope of everything that occurred.  At the time, I was experiencing some pregnancy symptoms and wasn’t sure how I was going to work outside my home.  No, I didn’t have morning sickness, instead, I was super exhausted and peeing quite frequently throughout the day.  I felt like I was urinating so much during the day, it was ridiculous!  Lol.

I decided I was flushing the toilet way too much, so I would wait until I peed 3-4 times before I would flush the toilet. I know, some of you may consider that disgusting, but I don’t really care.  I do wash my hands after using the restroom.  Although, now that I think about it, I don’t have to justify flushing the toilet.  Lol.

Anyways!  I was worried about starting a new job and being pregnant.  I couldn’t even stay awake for 8 straight hours, how was I going to stay up at work?  I wasn’t worried I couldn’t do the work, I was worried that I would fall asleep at work.  It would definitely be an adjustment for me (& my husband).  I knew I would have at least a month before I started.  I hoped and prayed to gain some energy by then! 🙂

Being tired made me feel lazy, although I was not.  I accomplished tasks throughout the day, but at a much slower pace than I was comfortable with.  I wanted to do more, I just could not.  I would require a nap or 2 during the day, seriously.  By lunch time, I would need to rest and then again after lunch.  As I think about it now, it seems so crazy.  That’s how exhausted I was.

On a weekly basis I would drive to Waianae to help my mom clean and de-clutter.  At times I felt bad because I felt like I wasn’t really helping.  I think I needed more breaks than she did.  Nevertheless, we did what needed to be done.

I took things a day at a time.

1st Prenatal visit

I skipped ahead a little.  After confirming that I was in deed pregnant, I called the OB department and scheduled my first prenatal appointment.  (It actually occurred before I was offered the job.)  It was 3 days after found out.  My husband accompanied me and we spend A LOT of time waiting.  I mean, A LOT, way longer than I expected and beyond my patience limit.  We waited and hour and a half, which I deemed to be ridiculous.  I was quite annoyed but remained cordial with the staff.

So, what happened at the appointment?  Well, a group of about 5 couples sat in a room and viewed a ppt (power point presentation) given by a NP (Nurse Practitioner).  It was basically an overview of pregnancy.  Honestly, it was lame, especially after waiting all that time.  Then, we met with the NP to go over a questionnaire I completed while waiting.  Following that, I had a list of blood tests to complete.  We did that and then my next appointment was scheduled for the end of Dec for an ultrasound. (A about a month later).  That was it!

Next post: Our First Ultrasound


More to Come

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Hi everyone!  I know it’s been a while since I posted anything.  I’ve been busy, just like the rest of you.  I can’t believe that by the end of the week, it’ll be February!

In November when we received the news of our pregnancy, we were ecstatic and overwhelmed.  We decided to keep quiet until we designated an appropriate time.  Well, the following day, I told my mom.  She was the only person, other than my husband & I, that knew.  I asked her not to say anything…and she didn’t.  I know my mom, she’s a trustworthy person.  She’s always been like that.  I wasn’t at all worried that she would tell anyone.  I LOVE my mom, she’s the best! 🙂

When I told my husband, he teased me for at least a few days.  It didn’t bother me, we just laughed about it.  Thinking back, that was one of the best decisions I made in this pregnancy process.  My mom would check on me and I would ask her different things.  It was great.

Some of you may be wondering why I didn’t have her tell my dad or why we didn’t share the news sooner.  When you wait for something for what feels like forever, wouldn’t you want to tell everyone??  For us, no.  We were more concerned about the chances of miscarriage than who to tell.  So, we kept quiet.

Keeping quite was very easy.  Since I posted about doing IVF in January or February, I knew people wouldn’t be asking questions because they knew we were taking a break.  Plus, the holidays were upon us, being with family was the priority.  My husband & I don’t prefer being the life of a party, we’re not gonna get up on stage and make an announcement.  That’s just not us.  Lol.

Well, as if finding out we were pregnant wasn’t surprising enough, about a week later, I was offered a job.  I was just leaving the Public Library with a couple of pregnancy books when my phone rang.  I was very surprised, not that I would be offered a position, but that it had only been a couple weeks since my interview.  I thought it would take longer.  After accepting the position, I immediately called my husband.  I remember telling him, “More blessings for us.”  He agreed.  I was still in the library parking lot.  My mind and heart were racing.  I felt extremely grateful and very blessed.  When I got home, I cried because I felt so blessed.  I prayed and thanked the Lord.  I wrote in my journal and called my mom to let her know.

It didn’t take long before things started to settle in.

Next post: Yikes!


Carrying On…

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I have to apologize for not writing anything for you to read!!  I’ve been spending a lot of time on Pinterest and Etsy!! 🙂  I still have lots to catch you up on!

Ok!  In my last post I talked about the hope and possibilities with 4 eggs.  When that was not successful, don’t get me wrong, I was definitely disappointed.  As I think about it now, I am so thankful for that experience AND that the Lord didn’t answer my prayers in the way I desired.  So many times I hear people blame God when things go wrong in their life or when they are not given what they desire.  In my experience, I know the Lord knows and loves me because none of the 4 eggs resulted in pregnancy.  You may think I sound crazy because the goal was and is to become pregnant, but I know that there is NO way I would be able to handle that…physically and mentally.  As earnest and sincere as my prayers were, they did not override the Lord’s knowledge and understanding of what I need.  I’m not going to lie, it took time to come to that understanding.  For me it was an important lesson to learn.  I feel extremely blessed that I didn’t have to choose embryos to abort.

Ooh, I don’t think I explained the HCG injection in the last post.  I told you about it but not the purpose of it!  The HCG injection is given to make you ovulate.  Ok, now back to the journey!

After feeling devastated that none of the eggs were successful, I went in for my day 3 scan.  By this time it was August 2011.  The doctor started me on the injections again…I was happy.  Happy for another opportunity to try to become pregnant, not happy about the actual injections.  Lol.  When I went in for my next scan, after doing the injections for about 5 days, I was puzzled when the doctor told me to stop the injections and wait for the next cycle.  I was like, what?  I believe the lining of my uterus had grown too thick in a short amount of time, which was not good.  So, we stopped the injections for that cycle and waited for the next cycle.  Of course, I was bummed.  I also thought about the timing of my approval and how much time I had remaining on my referral.  We were half way through my 6 month approval.  I wondered if I would get another chance to do the shots before the 6 months was over.

Since we waited out the cycle, I went back to the doctor in September 2011 for my day 3 scan.  I was hopeful about the opportunity but unsure what the doctor would say.  When I heard “provera” again, my heart sank.  I knew why…it was the lining of my uterus and the endometriosis.  In my head I knew that would set us back at least another month.  Ugh.  I wasn’t looking forward to it but what was I gonna do, complain?  Complaining or getting mad wasn’t going to change the facts of the scan.  Who would I complain to, my body?  Would I get angry at my uterus?  That would be just be lame and absurd!  Lol!  So, I took the same amount of provera as the first time, for 10 days and I got my menses in October.

October 2011 was the next time I went in for a day 3 scan.  I periodically got blood work done at the office and this was one of those times.  I soon found out that my thyroid needed attention.  I took a deep breath and sighed.  I really felt like things weren’t going very well.  So, we took a little pause from the shots to address my thyroid.  In the meantime, I was nearing the expiration date of my approval.  My husband and I thought we might be able to have one more chance with the injections before we ran out of time.  Well, that didn’t happen.

I was curious about what would happen when November came.  I made some calls to my OB/GYN’s nurse and talked with the PA and doctor.  They all agreed that it would be ok to continue and an extension would filed.  I would then have to wait for another approval letter which would indicate how much more time we would have.  I don’t think there was ever a doubt or question that I wouldn’t be approved.  I didn’t know for how long.  Also during this time, I felt we didn’t have much success or opportunity with the injections because of the endometriosis, thyroid and other stuff.  We had done 1 cycle of injections in a 5 month period.  That didn’t seem like very good odds to me.  I was ready to move on to IVF.

My husband and I met with the PA and we discussed our options.  We decided to do one more cycle of the injections and if that was not successful, we would pursue IVF.  I received a letter in November 2011 that we were approved for one more cycle and we had until May 2012 to complete this one cycle.  We opted for the next cycle to do the injections, if the uterus and lining looked good.

Next post: Our Last Cycle


ALL the Results

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As you read in the last post, I completed all the requested tests.  Keep in mind that I had already taken the blood test and used the OPKs the previous month/cycle.  I knew the progesterone level result and I was not pregnant.  When I was contacted with results of the HSG, I already knew what the OB/GYN was going to tell me.  (The radiologist told me to act surprised!  So, I did.  Lol!)  I just didn’t know what the plan was.

A follow up appointment with my OB/GYN was scheduled.  At my appointment I was told that the results were all normal and becoming pregnant was promising.  Well, since we were trying to conceive naturally and that wasn’t happening, I was recommended to take Clomid to help increase our chances.  We discussed the process of Clomid and that it would help with ovulation.  We were open to it, so we gave it a try.

Yet, I was puzzled.  Things just didn’t jive in my head.  I still didn’t understand why it was so difficult for us to become pregnant.  I couldn’t grasp the idea that for no apparent reason, I wasn’t pregnant.  I started to wonder…I had a feeling there was something else affecting my ability to become pregnant.  I knew what wasn’t wrong, which was helpful…but I didn’t know what was wrong.  I was uncertain about what was really going on.  Of course all these thoughts were only in my head & in a number of conversations with my husband.  I didn’t share it with my OB/GYN.

As I reflect back on this time, I should have said something.  Maybe I would have skipped a step or two…maybe not.  It’s too late for should’ve, could’ve, would’ve stuff.  The fact is, I didn’t.  Partially because I didn’t know what she wanted from me.  She was the professional and I trusted her expert opinion.

I advise you to share additional information with your OB/GYN, more than they ask for.  For example, if you’re asked about how long your period lasts or how often it occurs, BE HONEST.  If you experience cramps, tell your OB/GYN everything about your cramps.  If you have mid-cycle bleeding, let your OB/GYN know.  Your OB/GYN needs to know what you are really going through.  If they don’t know it limits their ability to help you.  I understand that this may not always be the case.  You may have told your OB/GYN everything and you feel you’re not being heard or not getting anywhere.

It’s easy to say what I could have done now, because I know now.  But when you’re in the moment experiencing it, it’s much harder to recognize.  Hence the phrase: hind site is 20/20.

So, forward march on to Step 3…Clomid

In the meantime, I started my own research…I wanted to know why.

Next post: The Clomid Experience