One month (and a few days) later…

Thank you so much for the well wishes. So sorry it took me so long to get on here and share our birth story. But the truth of the matter it’s because it took me this long to accept it the aftermath. You see, I developed pre-eclampsia during birth, can you believe it? And I still have it now. And let me tell you, it’s the pits. Post-postpartum pre-eclampsia exists and you should make sure to keep vigilant of your blood pressure after the birth. Thank goodness my OB stayed so on top of me.

So yeah, I have this thing and I’m getting treated for it and I really hope it goes away. Five weeks on and it’s still hanging on so I’m still on hypertension pills. And it sucks. They can sometimes make you feel dizzy and just plain awful.

As for the birth? Well, it’s a blur for me now. I can sum it up like this: I went into early labor on my due date 3/4, started active labor on 3/6, my water broke at 3AM on 3/7, I was fully dilated later that afternoon, I pushed for 4 hours (after 2 hours my OB wanted to do a c-section but I insisted on trying again) with no progress made, baby’s heartbeat was acting up so we finally decided to go for the c-section. Little did we know an infection had started to settle in (we learned this after the placenta was studied at in the lab) but luckily neither of us got an infection. So the c-section was truly necessary but I still feel robbed of my vaginal birth. I was so close. Sadly Ollie just wasn’t positioned right. Oh well. I accept what happened. If I don’t, I’ll go nuts!

I stayed really positive during and right after the birth. But it’s the pre-eclampsia that has made me quite cranky these days. I recovered from the surgery quite well. I was walking right after I got out of the recovery room. I made laps around the hospital while I was there. And my blood pressure was normal until about six days later. A visit with the OB confirmed that I had hypertension and needed to be medicated. Bugger.

But I am holding out that I will be back to my healthy chubby self in no time. Well, hopefully less chubby self. I’m down 2.4 pounds from when I got pregnant and I hope to continue to lose weight. It’s for my health, y’all. I wish it was for vanity’s sake but it’s not. I really want to start running again and hope that’ll be possible in the months to come.

As for Ollie, aka Chexie, he’s the best thing ever. I have truly fallen in love with this little one.

One Month Old

One Month Old

He is so darn expressive. I have a ball chatting with him and seeing the various faces he pulls. He cracks me up! He’s not too fond of my singing voice…

You call that singing?

You call that singing?

I’m really enjoying motherhood. The sleepless nights were hard the first week but you do get used to the lack of sleep. But don’t get me wrong, I still would prefer to have my 8 hours of sleep back. One day… He’s been fussy lately but he’s been less so these last few days. Thank goodness for gas drops!

Well, that’s all for now. I am off to pack up his newborn clothes. *Sniff, sniff* Babies grow far too quickly!

Week 31- What a difference a week makes!

31 weeks and standing in front of our neighbor's lemon tree.

I’ve finally hit that awkward pregnancy stage, you know: finding it hard to pick stuff off the floor, getting up from the bed, and struggling to get in and out of the car. I am also finding myself getting uncomfortably full quite quickly and frequently hitting the bathroom more than usual (reminds me of my first trimester). And finally I’ve been suffering from acid reflux quite frequently. Not cute.

This morning poor Chexie had the hiccups and my husband could see my stomach moving along rhythmically to them. Poor thing. I wish I could have rubbed his back or something. Too bad I have no idea as to how he’s positioned.  Maybe I’ll find out at my next appointment. Tomorrow I have a visit with an OB/GYN that works with the birthing center I registered with (Yay! It’s the one I visited last month). She seems really open to natural births but of course I’ll see how much so after I chat with her. I’m really hoping she’ll do an ultrasound tomorrow but she more than likely will give me an appointment for one later. I truly hope we click. I wasn’t pleased with my midwife in London. She was nice but overworked and not shy about complaining about it. We never got to build a relationship with each other and she never once asked me how I was doing or if I had any questions for her. I was quite put off by the experience. But again, she is overworked (midwives provide majority of the healthcare for pregnant women in the UK). Unlike the US, the UK is going through a baby boom. You can’t spit without hitting a pregnant lady (sorry for the visual). There’s not much time left for OB and I to become besties but that’s not what I’m after. I just want to trust her, know she will honor my wishes (within reason) and believe that she will have my best interest at heart the day of delivery.

A week from Tuesday I get to meet with a prospective doula. She sounds quite sweet in her emails. And she’s nice enough to come to my side of town to meet. With no good seating at the house currently, I am relieved when she was okay with meeting at a local coffee shop. Luckily for me I can walk there.

That brings me to another development happening this week-learning to drive a manual. We sold my car and kept my husband’s, a manual. We had intentions of buying me a car when we moved back but with G being able to take public transit to work there’s no point in getting another one. So yeah, driving stick… Holy crap it’s frustrating. It’s beyond me why anyone would want to work harder at driving. I’m not going to lie, I hate driving. I rather walk than drive, unless it’s rainy and cold outside. Today was lesson #2 and I only killed the engine 2 or 3 times. Big improvement from lesson #1. Unfortunately I don’t have a lot of patience for learning. I often have to pee as soon as I sit behind the driver’s seat, changing my mood for the worst. Ugh. But it has to be done. I’d hate to be stuck at home if there’s an emergency of some kind.

Other than the doctor appointment, I am really looking forward to getting reacquainted with my sewing machine. It’s been a while. I need to get some onesies cranked out soon! I’ll leave you with some cute clothes I purchased today. I’m hoping to use them as inspiration when I make Chexie clothes. I just need to find a good trouser pattern; I have a shirt one already. If anyone has any pattern suggestions let me know! I really want one for a baby blazer.

I couldn't resist the shirt with its a little double decker bus on the pocket. The trousers and hat needed a home, too. #ilovesales I spy with my little eye a red double decker bus.

Happy New Year!