A year ago I was sitting here and looking forward to the birth of my baby in about 2 months. I could feel her move, I had bad sciatica pain, my vajayjay hurt really bad, but I was happy and excited.
A year ago I was excitedly awaiting my baby shower that would take place at 31, almost 32 weeks, which I felt was late. Always trust your gut. However, know that if you have a preemie, you aren't bringing her home for some time, so don't fret about the shower.
A year ago I could have never imagined loving someone so much. Being so in love with our beautiful girl.
A year ago I was so thankful (an still am) to have "beat" infertility. To make it through the first trimester, sail threw the second and almost make it through third!
11.5 Months ago I had a newborn in an icolet, waiting to come home, learning to suck and swallow. I learned that my boobs made very little milk and this still makes me sad. I tried and was happy that I was able to give her some. Next time I hope to make more.
10 months ago we had our little girl home and were enjoying her immensely. She slept alot and enjoyed her baths. She had a little bit of colic that we cured with a chiropractor and Dr. Brown's bottles. We were getting ready to enjoy Christmas with our newborn and had my parents here as well.
9 Months ago I went back to school, my parents went south and I spent lots of time at TeeTee and Uncle Shane's. My 3 month old was finally acting like a 6 week old! Smiling and cooing. It's strange, but neat, to have a newborn baby for over 2 months. We went swimming and started sleeping longer and longer through the night.
8 Months ago, I turned 34, Daddy turned 33. My baby smiled more and more. Her started to fall out bad. We learned her heart murmur was almost completely gone and were told not to worry anymore about it.
7 Months ago my baby rolled over for the first time. She was awake more often and liked to watch CSI with Mommy.
6 Months ago my baby's hair started to grow back and hasn't stopped. She started eating cereal to help her acid reflux. She loved it!
5 Months ago Mommy let TeeTee pierce her baby's ears. They are pretty. We also noticed baby had stinky pits. Seriously!
4 Months ago my baby was starting to sit up almost by herself. She enjoyed playing in her exersaucer and on the floor with her toys. She loves Sophie the giraffe and we don't leave home without it.
3 months ago her cousin was born. She likes her cousin! My baby sits more and more by herself and enjoys all the different foods we give her.
2 Months ago we enjoyed the pool and even went camping in a tent. We knew that our baby would crawl soon. She enjoys playing with her older cousins and likes to mimic her baby cousin when she cries.
1 Month ago we noticed our baby wasn't really a baby anymore. She started crawling and climbing and pulling herself to stand all in one week. She eats more and more different foods and is starting to chew. Her first tooth finally came in (and we are still waiting for number two).
These final weeks before our baby turns one have been bittersweet. She changes so much everyday. Her sassy personality is coming out. She can say DADA really well, Momma-when I am not around and we are pretty sure she calls for the cat. She harassesses the dog and tries to get in her cage. She likes to explore and we can't keep the kitty food out of her mouth (except when we put it out of her reach, of course). She likes to scream when she doesn't get her way (OHOH) and has learned how to cuddle and puts her head on our shoulders.
So a year ago, I knew there was a little baby girl waiting to be born. I could have never imagined how beautiful and wonderful she would be. She was definately well worth the wait.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
When do you want to know?
In the weeks leading up to my appointment, I went about life as normal. I went to school, work and continued to exercise. About a week before my appointment I felt really tired during a work shift. This was weird because I had just worked out and always had lots of energy. However, I had some spotting so I assumed my period was coming and maybe this was why. I remember being pretty grumpy to. The spotting lasted less than two days. By the end of the second day I had this feeling. I was so tired. If you took my chemical pregnancy out of the equation, my period was now due. My normal lutel phase was 9-11 days, according to the previous charting I had done. So off to the dollar store I went.
I got home and snuck the test to the bathroom. I took the test and waited. I saw a line. I went to the kitchen and had dinner with the hubby. I didn't know what to do at this point. The line was faint, possibly an evaporation line. I waited till we were finished dinner and I asked Charles "The next time I'm pregnant, when do you want to know?" He laughed and said he wasn't sure. Then it clicked. I told him I was actually "late", although I had spotted, no period had come. I was extremely tired. I begged him to go to the store and buy me an HPT--a first response--a good one!! I went to bed right away, I was so tired.
When I woke up a few hours later to pee, I saw the test, but decided to wait. At 4:30 am I peed on that stick and watched the control line come up. I didn't see a second line. Oh well, I thought. I showered and when I got out I looked again, of course. There it was. A second line. A little faint, but a line is a line is a line!! Right away I had this feeling "this is it!" This was my pregnancy that would result in a baby!
I surprised both Charles and myself by not running to get blood work done. I didn't tell anyone I was pregnant. We so wanted to share the good news when the time was right.
I was so happy that I already had an OB appointment for March 15. Like I had told myself, this year would be great! Dr. H was very happy for me and started the blood work monitoring. He told me that magic number he expected. I had this feeling that it would meet his expectations. It didn't.
I did not get disouraged. Although it was lower than what he wanted, it was within a normal range for how long I figured I was. (Remember my birthday weekend away...)
The next number it had risen 5x's! It should double, so I was naturally stoked. I thought it was twins. My numbers continued to rise appropriately. An ultrasound was set for my 7th week.
Around 6 weeks I bled. I freaked out. The Dr put me on bed rest until he could do an ultrasound later in the week. The bleeding was a one time thing that week. By the time the U/S was performed the bleeding was long gone and I was feeling positive again about the pregnancy. And sure enough there was a heartbeat!
I had another episode of bleeding at 10 weeks but again everything was okay.
At 33 weeks and 5 days, I delivered a healthy baby girl. Here birth story is here.
So it's been quite the year.
I got home and snuck the test to the bathroom. I took the test and waited. I saw a line. I went to the kitchen and had dinner with the hubby. I didn't know what to do at this point. The line was faint, possibly an evaporation line. I waited till we were finished dinner and I asked Charles "The next time I'm pregnant, when do you want to know?" He laughed and said he wasn't sure. Then it clicked. I told him I was actually "late", although I had spotted, no period had come. I was extremely tired. I begged him to go to the store and buy me an HPT--a first response--a good one!! I went to bed right away, I was so tired.
When I woke up a few hours later to pee, I saw the test, but decided to wait. At 4:30 am I peed on that stick and watched the control line come up. I didn't see a second line. Oh well, I thought. I showered and when I got out I looked again, of course. There it was. A second line. A little faint, but a line is a line is a line!! Right away I had this feeling "this is it!" This was my pregnancy that would result in a baby!
I surprised both Charles and myself by not running to get blood work done. I didn't tell anyone I was pregnant. We so wanted to share the good news when the time was right.
I was so happy that I already had an OB appointment for March 15. Like I had told myself, this year would be great! Dr. H was very happy for me and started the blood work monitoring. He told me that magic number he expected. I had this feeling that it would meet his expectations. It didn't.
I did not get disouraged. Although it was lower than what he wanted, it was within a normal range for how long I figured I was. (Remember my birthday weekend away...)
The next number it had risen 5x's! It should double, so I was naturally stoked. I thought it was twins. My numbers continued to rise appropriately. An ultrasound was set for my 7th week.
Around 6 weeks I bled. I freaked out. The Dr put me on bed rest until he could do an ultrasound later in the week. The bleeding was a one time thing that week. By the time the U/S was performed the bleeding was long gone and I was feeling positive again about the pregnancy. And sure enough there was a heartbeat!
I had another episode of bleeding at 10 weeks but again everything was okay.
At 33 weeks and 5 days, I delivered a healthy baby girl. Here birth story is here.
So it's been quite the year.
Monday, February 20, 2012
A year Ago...
A year ago I had just expereinced my 5th pregnancy loss. This was a "simple" chemical pregnancy. A low HCG level that came and went within a matter of days. No prolonged waiting for numbers to rise or symptoms to present. I was initially excited but knew within a day that it was another failed pregnancy. Once again, my BFP had come after a period. I just had a feeling to take a test. If I hadn't, I would have never known. Sheesh. I had vowed to not take tests until I missed a period. But I was also addicted to peeing on sticks.
I was upset. For a few days, anyways. I only had a fleeting moment of optimism with that pregnancy. I also had a few things to look forward to. We were going away for my birthday weekend and then on March 15 I would be seeing my OB/GYN about getting pregnant. I knew that I may be pregnant by summer. I could hope. I had already had my family Doctor do some initial bloodwork and had the results. Everything was in normal ranges. This was good. I had spent the last 10 months losing weight, exercising and trying to get baby ready. I had gone off the pill at the end of 2010 in hopes to get my body ready. I took my BBT and I could tell without my thermometer when I had ovulated. Sometimes I only took my temp after I O'd just to see when my period would start-or to see if maybe I was preggers!
After the chemical pregnancy, I didn't take my temp. I figured my system would be screwed up and it could take a few months to regulate. I half ignored a few fertility signs in the days leading up to our trip. We went to Toronto and had a great time. I bought a whack load of clothes--size 16 or regular XL at Old Navy. I was so happy in my new body. We ate a nice resturant both nights and got to visit with my good friend.
Over the next 2 weeks, I went about my business and was looking forward to my March 15th appointment. In the past, March 15th was often a sad day for me. Many of my losses occured in March and the one that wasn't was due in March. This year I knew March 15th was the begginning of good things. I figured I would be getting a prescription for clo.mi.d and would be able to start it in April. Life was good.
To Be Continued.....
I was upset. For a few days, anyways. I only had a fleeting moment of optimism with that pregnancy. I also had a few things to look forward to. We were going away for my birthday weekend and then on March 15 I would be seeing my OB/GYN about getting pregnant. I knew that I may be pregnant by summer. I could hope. I had already had my family Doctor do some initial bloodwork and had the results. Everything was in normal ranges. This was good. I had spent the last 10 months losing weight, exercising and trying to get baby ready. I had gone off the pill at the end of 2010 in hopes to get my body ready. I took my BBT and I could tell without my thermometer when I had ovulated. Sometimes I only took my temp after I O'd just to see when my period would start-or to see if maybe I was preggers!
After the chemical pregnancy, I didn't take my temp. I figured my system would be screwed up and it could take a few months to regulate. I half ignored a few fertility signs in the days leading up to our trip. We went to Toronto and had a great time. I bought a whack load of clothes--size 16 or regular XL at Old Navy. I was so happy in my new body. We ate a nice resturant both nights and got to visit with my good friend.
Over the next 2 weeks, I went about my business and was looking forward to my March 15th appointment. In the past, March 15th was often a sad day for me. Many of my losses occured in March and the one that wasn't was due in March. This year I knew March 15th was the begginning of good things. I figured I would be getting a prescription for clo.mi.d and would be able to start it in April. Life was good.
To Be Continued.....
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