I am going to do
I am going to do a birth story
soon… As soon as I get the energy.
Well, I’m tired. I’m really tired. Joseph’s coming home on Sunday. I
miss him. I do. I’m anxious though. How is he going to get along with
Logan? Plus, my in-laws had him in a toddler bed, instead of his
porta-crib. He’s taken to it. Great. However, that means, not only am I
going to have to deal with him getting used to his brother, but he gets
to get out of bed whenever he wants to, and I have to go through
putting him back in again. that should be interesting. They’re bringing
the bed back with them for us. But I guess if he regresses, he can go
back into the crib, since Logan doesn’t need it yet. I’m not happy that
they took it upon themselves to do this though. You see, we already had
this discussion when we agreed for him to go to their house. I felt he
and I weren’t ready for the change, when he was coming back to such a
new change. But hey, I’m just the mother.
Although I’m tired to the point of being cross-eyed, I’m so glad I’m
not pregnant anymore. I’m just not one of those beautiful glowing
women. The bed seems so HUGE now!! And I can sleep in any position I
want. Even my tummy if I’m careful of my boobs. And I can wear any
shoes I want to!! Clothes are a problem. Maternity is too big, and my
regular clothes are too small. I can do the dishes again without having
to wait for Jay to get around to it. I couldn’t do the dishes before,
because I couldn’t reach the spout unless I turned sideways and just
used one hand. It’s lovely to be able to do these things.
I thought at first I wasn’t as sleep deprived as I was with Joseph.
That is until I walked into the laundry room and realized I had never
started the dryer. Twice. And I trip, and walk into things, and drop
things. So, I guess the sleep deprivation is there. It’s been so easy
without having to deal with Joseph though, so I’m really kind of scared
how it’s going to be around here after throwing a 2 year old into the
mix. The first few days should be easy. I’m sure he’ll be at my parents
house a lot. They’re dying to get their hands back on their grandson. I
just keep telling myself that most of the people in my family are
closer together than 2 years, and they all survived.
Logan is doing better. He has a heart condition, aortic valve stinosis.
This means that the aorta was too thick. It was too thick by 50%, but
at his check up on Monday, it had gone down to 25%. This is a good
thing. The valve itself is bicuspid. It usually has three petals that
close together, but sometime in utero two of them fused together. This
means that blood can back up through the valve into the ventricle. The
good news is that the ventricle is nice and big. He will probably need
surgery in the future, probably to replace the valve, but for now, they
aren’t suggesting any therapy. His cardiologist told us to treat him
exactly as we would Joseph. And that he may not be able to play contact
sports. But things like tennis, he can do. So, we’re waiting and
seeing. It’s hard, because otherwise he’s the picture of health. His
apgars were 9/9. He’s already gained more than 5 ounces since birth –
he already lost and gained. Which means breastfeeding is actually
working! Joseph couldn’t breastfeed at all, so this is a very good
thing.
Anyway, it seems that babies is all I have to talk about around here.
We went for our weekly
We went for our weekly midwife appointment today.
Everything seems to be okay. I’m 39 weeks. Almost 40 weeks. For those
of you who aren’t absolutely facinated by everything pregnancy related
(for shame!) 40 weeks is “full gestation”. 38 weeks is medically
full-term. Anyway, she’s concerned about my weight gain. The truth is
though, and I think this made her feel better about it, with Joseph, I
gave birth at 36 weeks (3 weeks ago for this pregnancy), and yet was
about 10 pounds heavier. I’m also swollen in my ankles and feet, but
it’s worse in my right side. She thinks that it’s from blocked
circulation, ’cause the baby seems to be getting really big. But that
it’s nothing to worry about, since my blood pressure isn’t moving up
(or down for that matter). She won’t recommend anything to make labor
come on for about another 2 weeks. I wasn’t too thrilled about that.
She thinks I’ll be about one more week. Jay thinks that I’ll have the
baby Wednesday night. I think I’ll be overdue. My friend Amy thinks
I’ll go on Friday. Too bad there’s no money riding on this little pool
we’ve got going on.
The midwife gave me some foods that will help with the swelling, all
stuff that I can palate. That’s no problem, just have to pick it up on
the next shopping trip. She also said to walk. That’s not really an
option here. One, I just don’t feel like it. Beyond that though, we
don’t have sidewalks on my street. You have to be very careful, ’cause
it’s so busy, and I’m not exactly in a position of fast moving out of
the way. Plus, I should take Joseph, in his stroller, and I don’t feel
safe doing that here. They are installing sidewalks, now it turns out,
but I’ll have had the baby by then. She also said that if I could find
a pool, and dunk up to my neck and sit there, that would help with the
swelling. I don’t really understand how it works, but somehow, it
displaces the water in your body, and the swelling fluid goes back into
your system. She said that I’ll probably feel like peeing a lot
afterward, and that’s the fluid from the swelling. We only know one
person with a pool, and that’s my friend Amy. I felt awful to just sort
of invite myself over, but Jay really wanted me two. His motives aren’t
all that altruistic though :). He’s off tomorrow night, and I’m sure he
wants to see Dana, Amy’s boyfriend. So, I called, and she said to come
on over tomorrow. My mom will watch Joseph, since my mom says that Jay
and I should be alone every once in a while. In addition to that
though, she said to just come whenever I want to, that they never lock
the gates, and feel free to use the pool. They have a dog, but Toby
isn’t exactly the ummm, watchdog type. The only thing is, it takes
about a 1/2 hour to get there. We’ll see. We’re going tomorrow
afternoon though, we know that. It will be truly lovely. We’re
currently in a heatwave. I mean a serious heatwave. right now there are
some serious brushfires, with evacuated homes, etc. ’cause of our
current heatwave. It makes me feel almost sick, and the swelling gets A
LOT worse. We don’t have central air, but we have a couple of ceiling
fans, and two window a/c’s. But it’s so hot that the a/c’s are pumping
out warm air (and they are in working condition). So getting into a
pool will be so nice. And Dana always keeps his pool all nice and
pretty and stuff. And I always feel welcome there. It’ll be nice.
You would think that I would be able to stay on one topic in a given
paragraph. Anyway, I apologize for the insignificant babble. I’m trying
to get back into this updating regularly thing… I don’t have much to
talk about, since I do stay home, and we don’t have a huge social life.
So when something happens, such as a heatwave or doctor’s appointment,
it’s news for my journal. I realized something when I was doing the
redesign to pare down for the server. I didn’t really read my archives,
but I glanced at a line or two. I found out that this was a venting
lifeline when Joseph was first born. I don’t want to lose that. So,
I’ve joined some collaborations, and connected to some writing prompt
links, so that maybe I’ll actually have something to write about. Both
for your sanity and mine.
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