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It’s Never Good When the Doc Says, “That’s Weird.”

My three precious boys!

My three precious boys!

It’s been one month since we welcomed the newest member of our family, our sweet baby boy.

One month! My how time flies!

So much has happened in this month. Not only did we celebrate Baby Boy’s birth, but we celebrated our oldest son’s seventh birthday, celebrated my husband as Teacher of the Year from his school, and lost a dear friend to cancer. We also saw our baby son’s first smiles, first bath, and first moments with his older brothers. Nothing could be more precious.

Like I said, so much has happened.

Since I’ve been away from the blog for the past month, I hope you’ve been enjoying the guest posts. I have to thank Jessica Patch, Beth Vogt, Wendy Miller, Amy Simpson, Melissa Tagg, Lindsay Harrel, Katie Ganshert, and Olivia Newport for their brilliance in guest posting while I was on “maternity leave.” I appreciate you ladies more than you know!

So let me tell you a little story about how we welcomed our son into the world. It’s a good one.

I went to the doctor the day before my due date (which was April 3) still showing no signs of labor. I was frustrated, of course, because I was too close to my due date to be showing no signs. After all, with both of my previous pregnancies, I was dialated and effaced by 39 weeks.

Going on my previous experiences, I just couldn’t understand why I wasn’t ready to give birth so close to my due date. After all, both of my other boys were born at 39 weeks, induced because of my gestational diabetes.

So after seeing my doctor that day, he decided that I could be induced on Friday, April 5, even though I was showing no signs. After all, he was taking pity on a woman who was at the end of her rope pregnancy-wise.

Here’s the kicker, though– my doctor wouldn’t be there to induce me. That week was Spring Break around here and he was going on vacation, leaving me to be induced by the doctor on call. My alternative was to wait an additional week before an induction, so I was fine with the doc-on-call. I’d seen him before and had no reason to doubt anything would go wrong. And to be honest, I just wanted to hold my son. ASAP.

Fast-forward to that Friday. We show up at the hospital at 5:30 am. I’m expecting the induction to go just like the previous 2. First a pill, lots of walking the halls, then when the contractions really start to kick in, the Pitocin would be introduced. By then I was hoping to have my epidural.

When the nurse checked me that morning, I was dialated zero. ZERO. Still no signs that our little boy wanted to be born. So she hooked me straight up to the Pitocin which not only kicked in contractions right away, but I was tied to the bed because I had to be on monitors because of the Pitocin. So no walking.

**Side note– I had the greatest nurses ever, praise God.**

Immediately I knew something was…different. I had this feeling… I told my husband, “This isn’t going to work. Something isn’t right here.” The contractions didn’t hurt.

Now let me just share with you that in my previous 2 inductions, Pitocin was known as “the devil’s juice” because it made my contractions nearly unbearable. The epidural was my saving grace.

I expected that this time. I waited for it to happen. But while the contractions finally built up to being about 2 minutes apart, they didn’t hurt. They were uncomfortable at most. And with each contraction, I felt the baby moving up into my rib cage. This is the opposite of what should be happening, yeah?

So I told the nurse. She checked me. Six hours on Pitocin and still no dialation. She said she would contact the doctor. First she cranked up my Pitocin to the max amount.

Keep in mind that I had been at the hospital six hours and still hadn’t seen the doctor on call. I was feeling pretty rattled at this point, wishing my doctor was around, and wondering if the baby would ever be born.

Two more hours go by. The contractions STOP. No joke. Eight hours on Pitocin and my body was overloaded. The contractions simply stopped.

At this point the nurse tells me that I have two options– one, go home. They’ll label it a “failed induction,” I’d see my doctor again the following week and then re-try the induction at his discretion. Option two– I could stay at the hospital overnight, they’d give me the medication to soften the cervix, and then start the induction over again on Pitocin in the morning.

At this point it’s 2 pm and I’m on the road to Freak-Out Town. Go home? Stay overnight to start again in the morning? Neither of those options was acceptable to me. I was supposed to be holding a baby in my arms already.

Since I was feeling especially frustrated and really tired, I decided that I wanted to go home. I had pretty much had it. Plus, I was starving.

My awesome nurse brought me some crackers and peanut butter and encouraged me to eat, feel better, take a few minutes to think it over, and hopefully decide to stay.

I ate the crackers. I still wanted to go home.

My nurse (seriously, she was fantastic) insisted that I see the doc on call before I went home. She called him and he came right over.

He checked me and said, “That’s weird.”

Yeah, words you don’t want to hear from a doctor. He looks at the nurse and asks for the ultrasound machine.

“I don’t feel a head,” he said.

Immediately I felt better. Know why? Because I knew it. I knew that our little stinker wasn’t in the right position. Why else would I be feeling him move up rather than down?

So the doc does an ultrasound and sure enough, Little Man has his head firmly wedged in my ribcage (which I could totally feel). He is what the doc calls “weirdly transverse” and not at all in the position to be born.

“C-section time!” Doc says.

Woo-hoo! I celebrate. Not because I want to have a c-section, but because I have an answer as to why why why why why this little boy wasn’t ready to be born.

Enter the anesthesiologist to prep me for surgery. “I ate crackers,” I say. He hangs his head. “Six hour wait time,” he says.

7 pm nursing shift change. Enter my angel, my friend Camille whom I have known for a few years, a nurse in L&D at the hospital. She’s going to be my nurse for the night. Praise the Lord!

So finally, just before 8 pm, I’m wheeled into the operating room.

I didn’t handle the c-section so well. My blood pressure bottomed out and for the entire length of the procedure I felt like I was going to lose consciousness. I never did and I was assured that I was okay, but it totally felt like an out-of-body experience to me.

“Hang on,” says the doc. “I can’t get a grip on him. He doesn’t want to come out.”

Clearly our youngest son likes to do things his way– including his birth. He simply did not want to be born!

Anywho, long story short, our son entered the world at 8:02 pm that night.

Here we are! That’s my hubby holding the baby.

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Not at all the way I’d planned or the way I thought it would go, but the way God knew all along. I wouldn’t have chosen a c-section myself, but He had other plans.

When I finally saw my regular doctor the next week and told him this whole story he responded with, “No way. That is so weird!” He also told me that he was positive that every time he checked he felt our baby as head down. I’ll cut the doc some slack since his right hand was broken and in a cast and he had to feel with his left. Perhaps a bottom feels like a head when you’re using a different hand than normal.

So Little Man is here, he’s safe and healthy and perfect, and we have a good story to tell about his birth. “Weirdly transverse” has become a regular part of my vocabulary now.

Once again I’d like to say that I am sincerely grateful to the nursing staff at the hospital. Every single one of them was a huge blessing to me. Thanks, ladies!

Whew! What a month we’ve had!

Share with me: What’s the big news in your life in the last month or so?

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Twelve Tips for Tackling the Third Trimester Plus a GIVEAWAY!

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The first trimester— you still can’t believe you’re pregnant.

You can’t wait to start showing.

If you’re like me, you suffer through some serious morning sickness and wonder if you’ll even be alive by your due date.

The second trimester— life is glorious.

Your energy is back, your appetite is back, and everybody thinks you’re so cute.

You actually start to believe that maybe Michelle Duggar has the right idea and you could have a zillion babies, too.

Then the third trimester hits.

You feel giant. Perfect strangers say things like, “You look like you’re about to pop!” and yet you have to explain that you still have eight weeks to go.

You’re outgrowing the maternity clothes, but refuse to spend money on more because you dream that in a few short weeks you’ll be back in your pre-pregnancy clothes. (Yeah, right.)

You’re uncomfortable, swollen, and r.e.a.d.y.

And you wonder if you’ll be alive to see your due date.

Supposedly the third trimester, like the other two, is only three months long. I have this sneaking suspicion that it’s more like eight.

If you want to keep up with me and my family as we approach this baby’s due date (very soon), make sure you’re following me on Facebook! Click the button on the right of the blog. Can’t wait for you to meet him! 🙂

No, this is not my belly. I don't do pregnancy belly photos. :)

No, this is not my belly. I don’t do pregnancy belly photos. 🙂

So here are some tips for making it through those last few weeks and enjoying this special time. Yes, it too, is special.

Eat what you want. Yeah, I said it. Don’t concern yourself too much with weight gain, especially in the last trimester (unless your doctor is concerned about your weight gain.) Instead, enjoy yourself, eat what you want when you want because it makes you feel better and your appetite matches Big Foot’s. Just let that thought about losing the weight after baby comes stay at the back of your mind. The far back.

Get your thank you notes written. Baby gifts will begin pouring in, and not only is it proper to get that thank you note in the mail, if you think you’ll have time after baby comes, you’re fooling yourself.

DO NOT cut your hair. Women in their third trimester tend to feel pretty yucky when they look in the mirror. Instead of seeing the beauty that God created, they see swollen, unattractive versions of themselves. To cope, many women head straight to the salon and make a drastic “change.” DON’T DO IT! Not only will you probably be upset with your new “do” once baby has arrived and you wish for the longer hair you had that you could just throw in a ponytail, your hormones post-baby will change and affect your hair once again. Wait at least 3-4 months after baby to make a drastic hairstyle change.

Get a pregnancy massage. They are heaven. Find a nice spa with a certified masseuse and let the pampering begin. After all, at no other time in your life will you be able to justify the need like you can in your third trimester.

Get over your fear of needles, especially the epidural. I’ve heard more women talk about their fear of the epidural specifically because of the needle involved. Let me tell you two things from experience– the epidural needle is as long as a sword. (Okay, not really, but it’s long.) And the epidural is the greatest invention known to man. When you are in the throes of your contractions, you WILL NOT CARE about the needle in your back. In fact, it will be welcome relief. If you are having a c-section, trust me, you need that epidural. You don’t want a c-section without it, so learn to deal with the idea of a needle. I’ve never loved a needle so much!

Think about who and when you want visitors at the hospital. Family, friends, people you barely know… everyone wants to see your new baby, and they tend to show up at the hospital, sometimes when you don’t want them. Both of my older sons were born on Fridays, which meant we had hospital visitors all day on Saturday with both births. With my first son, I thought I might die. I was so tired and the revolving door of people I had to make small talk with almost killed me. Plus, I felt like I barely held my own brand new baby! With my second son, I knew what to expect, so I told my husband and nurses when I got too tired for visitors.  A sign was placed on the door and I got a quick nap. Remember Mama, you have to take care of yourself first, so don’t worry about hurting people’s feelings. This is about you and your new baby! Discuss these sorts of things with your hubby ahead of time so you are both on the same page.

Pass the long days with that nesting instinct. When it kicks in and you feel the urge to clean everything, do it. You won’t be cleaning again for awhile. Just be careful around cleansers that contain chemicals, don’t climb on anything, and don’t overdo it.

Write letters to your baby. Journal or describe this time in your life. Even if you’ve been pregnant before, this pregnancy is special and distinct, so document it.

Don’t obsess about when the baby is going to come. I’m a planner. Both of my older sons were induced, but this time I’m looking at the unknown of going into spontaneous labor. Yeah, it freaks me out a little, but there’s one thing I know as truth– no matter when or what happens, this baby will come in God’s time, God’s way. It’s out of my control, so I’ve got my bag packed and important people on speed dial. No sense in wasting energy on wondering when. Instead I’ll make brownies or something.

Make plans for your older children. When baby comes, things might happen fast. You should have their bags packed, too, plans made for who they will stay with while you are in the hospital, and plans for how they will get to and from school, etc. Also, don’t forget to include your older children in this special time. Let them make cards and banners to welcome baby. Let them help fold the mountains of baby blankets you’ve washed 10 times already. Let them talk about what they will teach the baby and how they will help you once the baby arrives. The more they are involved, the easier the transition will be.

Don’t be afraid to explain what’s going on to your older kids. My oldest son is nearly seven and he has lots of questions. Using common sense and age appropriate responses, we’ve explained some basics and answered his questions about things like how Mommy will feed the baby when he’s born. Don’t over-share with little ones, but don’t confuse them, either. God’s miracle put the baby in my tummy and the doctor will help take it out. Yes, it will hurt a little, but there’s medicine to help. And Mommy will need lots of help from Big Brother when she gets home from the hospital with the new baby!

And last but not least, give in to the hormones. The third trimester is like an emotional roller coaster of hormones, and you might as well have a good cry every now and then. Let the tears flow, but don’t forget the tears of joy over the miracle God has done in your life through this child. Get excited! Anticipate, but don’t stress! Have a good, cleansing cry, and then eat some chocolate!

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Baby showers can be lots of fun. My favorite gift to give at a baby shower depends on the mom’s situation.

For first-time moms, I love to give the Boppy pillow. I couldn’t live without mine when nursing or bottle feeding baby, and I think every mom should have one. Great invention.

For mom’s on their second go-around (or more), I like to be practical with the gift. Diapers, wipes, baby bath items, burp cloths, etc. The more practical the better, because you know mom and dad need it, especially diapers, which aren’t cheap.

******* GIVEAWAY!!! *******

Are you expecting? Know someone who is and need a great baby gift?

I have two great giveaways for you!!

First giveaway— a FREE gift card for a car seat canopy of your choice from CarseatCanopy.com! (You pay tax and shipping).

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Second giveaway— a FREE gift card for a baby carrier/sling of your choice from SevenSlings.com! (You pay tax and shipping.)

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There will be TWO lucky winners (one for each prize)– I’ll announce them next Thursday, March 14th.

To win, follow instructions below!

Share with me: To win, leave a comment answering the following– what’s the best baby gift you ever received? What’s your favorite baby gift to give?

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Thanks and good luck!

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The Question that Disturbs Me the Most This Pregnancy

No, this is not my belly. I don't do pregnancy belly photos. :)

No, this is not my belly. I don’t do pregnancy belly photos. 🙂

Not too long ago I posted about what NOT to say to a pregnant woman. You know, just some friendly advice for people who mean well but really have no concept of a filter on their mouths.

This is a little addendum to that, if you will.

— Last Sunday after church we had lunch with my husband’s family. As soon as his grandmother saw me it was, “Wow, you’re getting huge! Sure you aren’t having twins?”

This is the first time during this pregnancy that someone has asked me this question, and it’s a question that women all over the world never, ever want to be asked, because the real translation of this question is : “You are gigantic.”

I know she meant well and I’ll cut her some slack because she’s family, but… still. Don’t ask a woman if she’s having twins, especially when you know she’s not.

Pregnant women are hormonal. You take your life in your hands. 🙂

When people ask if I’m having a boy or girl and I tell them we’re expecting our third boy, the follow-up question is almost always about the ages of my other children. When I reply that my sons are six and three and will be almost seven and four when the baby comes, it almost never fails that one of the following is the response– “Why did you wait so long?” “Wow. That’s a lot of years between kids.” And my personal favorite (and this came from a woman who is also currently expecting), “Oh my gosh. I could never have my kids that far apart.”

Here’s my go-to response, “Well, it wasn’t our choice to wait so long in between children, but God knows so much better than we do and I wouldn’t change a thing.”

I mean, honestly, do I have to go into my entire medical history and our fertility issues with complete strangers?

Sometimes I want to punch people right in the face. I do. I blame hormones. (But there’s part of me that wants to punch even when I’m not pregnant.) Again, I know they mean well, but c’mon folks. It’s nun-ya business how many years people wait between having children. Whether they want that age gap (some do) or they wait on God’s timing (like us), you should have nothing to say about it, k?

If you feel the words bubbling up and you absolutely have to say something, then may I suggest, “It’s great that your kids are older. They’ll be wonderful helpers when the baby comes.”

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And now for the question that has gotten under my skin more than any other during this pregnancy. I have been asked countless (literally) times, sometimes by friends, most of the time by complete strangers… “So, are you going to try for a girl?”

The answer to that question, ladies and gents, is NO. No no no no no no no.

We have never tried for a girl or a boy. With each of our three children, we’ve prayed for a beautiful child.

I’ll tell you why I really, really, really hate that question.

1. Most of all, it implies that this precious baby boy that I’m carrying isn’t special. It implies that he’s just a number among the other boys and that he doesn’t matter. It implies that he wasn’t created specifically for our family by God as one of His greatest blessings, which I believe this little man was. He is special. He is a miracle. He is one of a kind. He is being knit together in my womb by the Creator, who already knows everything about him. And his mommy, daddy and two big brothers cannot wait to meet him.

2. It implies that my husband and I can’t feel happy and blessed without a daughter. God has designed our family specifically in his timing, with his perfection. I’m blessed beyond what I can imagine, and I would never, ever change it.

3. “Trying” for a specific gender is insane. I know that people do it. I know that there are those who want to design their families themselves, but I’m not one of them. I learned a long time ago to leave it up to God.

— May I suggest a better question, if you really must get into personal business? How about asking whether or not we plan to have more children in the future?

I can tell you now that that question remains unanswered. While we are fairly certain that this will be our last biological child, we’ve had many conversations already about our desire to love more kids. How God will bring that about is, once again, up to Him.

Just a bit of friendly advice to help you along in conversation with a woman who is expecting.

I know people mean well. I know they have good intentions. And I’ve put my foot in my mouth plenty of times, too.

Share with me: Have you ever put your foot in your mouth? Want to tell me about it?

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