Welcome to Little Sister!

Whew! Time passes so quickly and YES – I am alive, although barely at times…

I am thrilled to confirm that 3 weeks ago, Little Sister came out to play! My experience birthing Little Sister was very different compared to my experience with Little Miss. Little Sister was a scheduled C-section (stubborn girl was still breech at 39 weeks!), while Little Miss ended up being a C-Section after trying to push her out for 4 hours. While I did everything in my power to have a VBAC with Little Sister, in hindsight, the scheduled C-Section was the best thing for all of us. Mainly because Little Sister was 11 pounds 3 ounces! Yes, you read that correctly – she was the size of a watermelon, but of corse way cuter! A huge THANK YOU to my mom and dad for giving me tall genes because I would have never been able to carry her if I wasn’t 5’10!! The first thing my doctor said when Little Sister came out was “Look at those thighs!”. The second thing “You wouldn’t have wanted to VBAC this girl!” – got that right Doc!!

Against my wishes, but per hospital policy, Little Sister then had to go to the NICU for 4 hours of observation. Luckily, Hubby got to stay with her for the first 3 hours and I was able to be with her for the last hour while Hubby picked up Little Miss and took her home. Hubby came back to the hospital after putting Little Miss to bed and then promptly spent most of the night in the bathroom. I am thankful for 2 things on this topic. The first – he was not sick while I was in the process of having “major abdominal surgery”. I wouldn’t have made it through the operation without him by my side. The second – he was at least feeling human the next day. Needless to say, I don’t remember a whole lot of that first night in the hospital except there was little sleep to be had and Little Sister and I cuddled a lot or at least I think we did…

Hospital day and night two were uneventful (at least compared to day and night one!), but the third night in the hospital was a bit rough around the edges. Hubby and I talked prior to having Little Sister and we decided to plan for him to stay at home with Little Miss that night. They would then come to the hospital mid-day on day four to take Little Sister and me home. So I was flying solo with Little Sister on night three. There were tears from both her and I (mainly me…), but we made it! At one point the nurse chastised me for sleeping with Little Sister on my chest. I almost threw a bottle of formula in her face – didn’t she understand that I was utterly exhausted and trying to keep my “hungry as all get out” baby from screaming the entire night?!

Day four was the best day by far – we got to go home! Hubby and Little Miss picked us up around noon and took us home. It felt amazing to leave the hospital with Little Miss and Little Sister in tow.

As I look back at my birth experience with Little Sister, there were certainly ups and downs, but I wouldn’t have traded them for anything. Just like my experience with Little Miss, my birth experience with Little Sister was as unique and special as she is.

Momma’s Lesson Learned

I had what I like to call a “Come to Jesus” event on Monday night.  You know, the moment(s) in life where you realize an important life lesson or set yourself on the right track after whatever bender (alcoholic, bad relationship, dead-end job, etc.) you just came off of.  There is no doubt that I was due for one since this entire year has been pretty much fantastic despite an average, daily challenge here and there.  The takeaway from my “Come to Jesus” event – take care of myself.  Pretty basic instruction right?!  WRONG!!  There is nothing basic about taking care of me – never has been.  Sure, I need the basics  just like everyone else – food, water, sleep, shelter.  But those aren’t always enough for me to be at my best since I am a competitive, diabetic, momma who moves at a mile a minute pushing any and all boundaries whenever and wherever possible.  Oh and did I mention that I am also 25 weeks pregnant?!  Not dead mind you, just pregnant.  But all those things together really complicate that simple instruction of “take care of myself”.

I was cuddling with Little Miss on Monday night before her bedtime and took the opportunity to just be in the moment after a crazy, hectic day.  These types of moments are VERY rare for me and as I was lost in my own world, I realized that I hadn’t really felt Little Sister moving around as much as I normally do.  It wasn’t that she wasn’t moving, I just didn’t remember her moving much.  This was a huge issue because Little Sister is ACTIVE at all times of the day and night.  After I finished putting Little Miss to bed, I mentioned my musings to Hubby and he suggested calling the doctors because “thats what they are there for”.  My first initial thought – denial.  I’m totally overreacting and besides, if I call the doctors then it means that I have potentially done something “wrong”.  So what did I do instead?  Finished putting the 20 lbs of meat that I bought earlier that day into the freezer.  After about couple of minutes, I realized that this is not about me or anything I may have done “wrong”, it’s about Little Sister and her well-being, so I made the call.  The doctor called back right away and suggested I go to the ER to get hooked up to a monitor just to ensure all was well with Little Sister and provide me with piece of mind.  After that call, I was an emotional train wreck.  I walked up to Hubby, sobbing, and said that we needed to go to the ER.  We were out the door in 10 minutes thanks to Sister coming over in less than 5.

As Hubby and I were driving, my thoughts and emotions continued to get the better of me.  All I kept thinking about were the “what if’s” – what if she has the cord wrapped around her neck, what if  jogging in my morning workout class was just too much for her that day, what if she is just sleeping, what if she is playing a horrible joke on me and the joke will last for the next 5 years….?  When we got to the ER, they were expecting us, so within 15 minutes I could hear Little Sisters STRONG heartbeat and she was trying to kick off the monitor as soon as it was strapped onto my belly.  I felt incredibly relieved, elated, proud (thats my girl!) and foolish all at the same time.  So naturally, what did any emotional, 25 week pregnant, active person would do – I sobbed!  When I could actually talk with the nurses, I realized that I was not hydrating enough throughout the day and it was especially HOT out that day for a newbie in Dallas.  Pretty sure I spent the entire day sweating indoors!  I learned that if I don’t hydrate enough throughout the day my body takes the water stock-piled in my uterus and uses it for itself.  Its no wonder I couldn’t feel Little Sister throughout the day – the poor girl was probably so tired and thirsty from trying to conserve what little water my body let her have.  Being pregnant and diabetic is a challenge in of itself, I certainly don’t need to add to the incredibly wonderful chaos that is my pregnant body by waging a war against Little Sister.  Besides, I DEFINITELY don’t need to provide Little Sister with a reason to be in her terrible two’s for her first 5 years!

Over the last few days, I am pretty sure I have drank enough water to fill my swimming pool, but it’s all worth feeling Little Sister moving around.  Even if she does wake me up at 1:00 am, 3:00 am, 4:00 am….