Baby Shower!

Today is 33 weeks, 33 WEEKS! Where is the time going and how is it going entirely too fast and way slow at the same time?  There was a prenatal appointment on Wednesday and everything is looking great still.  I gained two pounds and am pushing 160 now for a total gain of 25 pounds.  Belly measured 31, Enzo is still head down, and his heartbeat was in the 140’s. 

At the 30 week appointment (3 entire weeks ago now) we did the short version (finger prick) of the glucose testing and everything was great there but it showed up that my iron levels were a tad low.  This happened at the end of my last pregnancy also but here is the cool thing, I didn’t get prescribed some honking nasty iron pill that would make me constipated.  Instead, I get to take a semi-nasty shot of Floradix Iron + Herbs Liquid Extract Formula twice a day.  It isn’t the best tasting thing on earth but it is non-constipating and full of lots of the B vitamins too.  I swear it actually makes me feel good and I’m thankful not to be contorting myself into goofy positions just to be able to take a poo at this point though that however may still be on the horizon.

This past weekend Lucy had her baby shower and Surro Friend and I trekked our pregnant bellies down to Miami to celebrate with Lucy.  It was kind-of a crazy trip down, I was using the Google directions application on my Blackberry and every time a text or email came in it made the instructions go wonky so we constantly had changing directions and needless to say we missed the fast route to Miami Beach and instead took a detour that felt like it lasted an eternity and was composed of nothing but potholes that killed our compressed bladders.  We got to our hotel and were informed that we were moved to the hotel next door because they over booked.  We ended up staying in a way nicer hotel, getting free breakfast buffet and free parking out of the deal which was great but in the meltdown that our afternoon was becoming it sure wasn’t convenient to have to go unload, check in next door, bring the car back for parking, and then walk back across the road again in what felt like 200 degree heat, plus spoiler alert nobody takes pity on two pregnant women in Miami.  People like to stare at you but that is about the extent of it.

We were twenty minutes late to dinner at Brio which had me stressing because I hate to be late in situations like that.  We did end up having a wonderful dinner with Lucy, Ricky, Little Ricky, Lucy’s parents, three aunties, a cousin, and Lucy’s friend A and her son who is the same age as Little Ricky (they were NICU buddies when they were born).  After dinner we headed to an ultrasound at a local birthing center and everyone got to see Enzo. 

There is not a time when Enzo doesn’t move around like crazy after I eat, EXCEPT when I am with his parents!!  Once again he was smashing his adorable little face into his placenta and hardly wanted to be bothered.  I was on my side, on my back, you name it; I could have been standing on my head and he probably wouldn’t have moved.  They got a few good shots though and here they are for you to see.

Surro friend and I were tired by the time we got back to the hotel but we didn’t get to bed for another hour because first we had demagnetized our room keys by placing them next to her phone in her purse and once we got that handled I realized I didn’t even have my phone which meant we needed to walk back next door to the other hotel, ask the valet to get our car, find the phone, and ask for it to be parked again before walking back past the creepy cab drivers hanging out on the corner between the hotels and being able to hit the hay.

Sunday morning, the day of Lucy’s shower, we ate our free breakfast and hit the pool to catch some sun and celebrate Surro Friend’s birthday.  We each had a virgin strawberry daiquiri and took a dip in the ocean before getting ready for the shower.

Lucy’s shower was thrown by her mom and friend A.  It was held at a Greek restaurant called, Thira.  It was really beautiful and they had everything set up so nice and decorated in blue.  Lucy and I both wore pink which I guess is a little odd since Enzo is a boy but the pink really popped against the blue decorations and I think we looked good.  When Lucy arrived everyone started clapping and I got a little teary because it was so awesome that Lucy got to have that moment and a baby shower.  When Little Ricky was born premature she didn’t get to have the traditional shower and I was just so happy that she was having that one.  I won’t lie either, it is pretty amazing to get to be the person who plays a big part in the whole shebang; it is something I will never forget.  She smiled and looked beautiful of course, glowing really.  Lucy has a great support system and everyone was so nice and wonderful, I loved them all.  Enzo is beyond loved as is his older brother.  We played a few games, listened to music, and Lucy opened her gifts and before we knew it we were back in the car and headed north.

It was really a fun 24 + hours even though it was a whirlwind and it took me two days to recover from it.  I promise to write sooner than later, did I mention that I have a child who is in middle school now?  At any rate, I’m just trying to survive her schedule and believe me, I’d rather be writing sometimes instead of trying to keep it all straight.

© Pocketbebe, 2010

Just A Friendly Reminder

Just want to reiterate because for whatever reason it seems to get lost in translation somehow, surrogate baby Enzo is NOT genetically related to me or The Husband.  Their bun, my oven….

I’m also hoping that it doesn’t get any worse than this but the pregnancy stupid that takes the cake this week is when I was getting ready to cut my husband’s hair the other day and we were chatting away about a million different things AND I forgot to put the guard on the clippers for the very first strip…  Thankfully we clip him pretty short but NOT no guard short.  I about died and I faded that patch and the rest of his hair like I’ve never faded a haircut before.  Praises that things like that don’t faze my husband, that his hair grows wicked fast, and that he wears a ballcap everyday for work.

Prenatal appointment on Wednesday!

© Pocketbebe, 2010

Co-Birth

I’ve been awake since 4 am, wide awake.  Nobody talks about this very often and it goes beyond the bladder being flattened out by baby and having to constantly go to the bathroom.  Sometimes I will be fully awake and alert during the middle of the night at the end of a pregnancy and I think it is another way the body prepares a person for needing to be awake during the night after delivery to take care of baby.  I wish there was some sort of factory setting button that I could switch off to let my body know, “Hey body, surrogacy in progress here, no need to prepare me for the lack of sleep because once baby vacates you we will actually get to sleep a lot.  Capish?”

I know I just posted yesterday but I will be leaving this afternoon for a convention and when I return school will start for the kids and then we will have our 30 week prenatal appointment and this post would get put off in lieu of telling you what happened at the appointment, etc., etc., etc.

This post is a follow-up post to Birthing 101 where I detailed what The Husband and I learned in birthing class and I how I turn into a crotchety witch who is very demanding of her husband when in labor.  Now, that is just the first layer, let’s talk about the second layer…the co-birth.

Let me set the stage for a second. If all goes properly planned as we all hope it does, at the birthing center in the birthing room on the day of delivery will be me, The Husband, Lucy, Ricky, our midwife, the birthing assistant, and the photographer who is taking the combined pregnancy, delivery, and newborn photos for Lucy.  I’m not sure if Lucy and Ricky will have any of their other family at the center waiting to meet Enzo or not but I don’t think any of my family will meet him until we have all been released from the birthing center.  My only hope post delivery is that it works out to get my kids down to the Tampa area to visually see Enzo and meet him before the Ricardo’s head back to Miami; kind-of that full circle moment. 

Now, back to the concept of going through labor and delivery of someone else’s child and having a co-birth.  This is something none of us have ever done.  My primary support will be my husband because he is what I know and he has always been the person, beyond my mom, since meeting him in the second grade that has always been around and willing to deal with all my crap. Oh yeah, we’ve also done this together several other times.  Last time when we had our daughter I wouldn’t even let him drop me off while he parked the car out of fear I’d be separated from him for a single second while in pain.  That fear itself is interesting to me as in our typical day to day lives we are both highly independent.   New to the equation will be full on participation by Lucy in whatever way makes her comfortable.  I only say Lucy because even though Ricky will be there too, I don’t see him fully engaged in putting ice chips in my mouth or anything like that.  Crazier things have happened in emotionally charged moments though and if he willingly jumps in during a time of my instability due to pain, more power to him.

Does co-birthing this baby make me uncomfortable, yes and no.  Yes, only in the sense that I am a high control person and I have to be willing to “let go” in front of Lucy and Ricky in order to get their baby here.  Labor and delivery is hard work, it is messy, facial expressions, body parts, and all of that are kind-of distorted and ugly; I’m in survival mode period.  My personality can get (more) ugly, I get cross at my husband the F- word could escape.  I used it so liberally during the delivery of daughter number two that my mom was trying to cover up my mouth in embarrassment while I was in the middle of pushing. I don’t necessarily like the idea of having poor Enzo’s parents witness any of that but they can’t not be there either this is their son’s birth. It is something I can’t let bother me because in the end if I tried to perform or be a certain way during the delivery it just wouldn’t be real or right.  Plus, with everything else going on, I just wouldn’t have the energy.

 If I had my way I’d be one of those women you see on the Discovery Health channel sitting in the birthing pool cool, calm, and collected opening her eyes wide with excitement saying in a soft whisper, “The baby is crowning, please get ready to catch him. I’m going to give one good push and then he will be here.”  It’s a lofty goal but the reality is that it is one I doubt I reach this time around, I know myself better than that.  Let’s just assume the pictures the photographer will capture will be interesting to say the least.

So, we need to talk more with our midwife but as I’ve mentioned before I’d like to experience a water birth if possible.  If that gets to be the case when Enzo arrives we are assuming that instead of putting him on me that Lucy will be right there to put him on her chest. I’m thinking we need to get her some scrubs for the occasion with Easy Bake or Dairy Maid embroidered on them.  I’m not sure how fast they will clamp and cut the cord because Lucy and Ricky are wanting to bank and store the cord blood.  At whatever point he is detached from me I believe that Lucy and Ricky and their birthing assistant will go into the suite next to mine that they have reserved to assess Enzo (I know that the pediatrician in Lucy will have already assessed him from head to toe the minute he arrives), clean him up, and begin nursing and bonding with their new baby.  I imagine I will be in my room finishing up delivering the placenta, getting stitched up if necessary, and getting myself generally put back together.  The Husband will be happy to fully have his wife back very shortly but sad at having to share again with me any designated driver duties. I’ve mentioned the wine right? I wonder if they would let me bring in a margarita maker?  Just kidding.  The onset of feel good hormones will rush in after the delivery (the ones that make you not hate your baby for the pain they just put you through) and those feel good hormones in my case will be directed at the happiness of just completing the climb, seeing the Ricardo family with their new little boy, and the feeling of pride for what I was able to do for someone else. 

I know that it isn’t easy for anyone that hasn’t been a gestational surrogate to truly believe that last sentence and I will do my best to try to explain in a future blog post (probably after delivery because you won’t believe me now anyway) why I won’t turn to a puddle of mush or find myself committed to the psych ward after this is all said and done.  For now, really try to understand that I can really care about someone/something but not want it to belong to me.

Birthing 101

Enzo’s Blog:

Enzo is 29 weeks this week and we are on our way to 30 as of Friday.  On Friday we will only have 10 more weeks until a fully cooked baby, though it is generally safe for him to arrive anytime between 37 and 42 weeks.  Lord, help us that he arrives before or at the latest, only a few days after 40 weeks.

Enzo’s muscles, lungs, and brain are developing rapidly and Enzo is building those brain bridges by taking the majority of my stores of DHA now to make him smart.  Great, right?  More pregnancy stupids than usual for me.  I’m suprised I can even remember my own name at this point.  Calcium is very important at this stage in the pregnancy as about 250 milligrams are being deposited into his hardening skeleton each day.

Enzo is very active and I don’t have to worry too much about doing kick counts for him because he will move around constantly for about 30 minutes each time I start eating a meal or by ten minutes after I finish. 

I am carrying Enzo different than I’ve carried my girls up to this point.  He seems pretty high and I don’t seem as big around yet as I was with them.  I know a lot of the weight has filled up empty pockets on my thighs and butt as it is attractively puckering like an orange peel.  The belly button is half way on its way to being all the way out but otherwise like with the girls I’ve been blessed with a stretch mark free, rounded belly that will look nice for Lucy and Ricky’s pregnancy memory photos.

Last time we were at our appointment the midwife said Enzo was already lounging with his head down and that statistically they will generally stay that way.  Babies get their own ideas and tend to do what they want but it is good news should he continue to stay that way and I am doing my part by avoiding the recliner (which prompts a lot of babies to flip breech) and by cashing in on my helpful habit of always wanting to be on my left side.  Stay Enzo, stay.

My Time:

Just so I can put an end to the complaining about my eye and you can all be happy that I will now shut-up, let me fill you in on the last development.  It only took one day for there to be a cancellation at the dermatologist, either that or the lady knew I wouldn’t let up until they closed their doors after the last appointment on Friday afternoon.  I was able to see an actual doctor this time and he used the method Lucy had told me they should use before I even went the first time.  I didn’t have to pay for the return visit but I did get to pay for pathology again which is annoying in a way because pathology was already being run on the first half of the SAME specimen.   Whatever, I know it is policy but ugh… Anyway, right away I could tell it had at least been removed and unless the hormones get involved, shouldn’t be a problem.  Afterwards it looked like a cigarette was put out in my eyebrow but this time the healing is much better than I expected.  I am now a happy camper and at least one silver lining to this whole headache is that in being self employed we can deduct medical expense.

So, I still wanted to go over the birthing class we had to take and that was put on by June from Happy Birth Way.  Like I mentioned before, I was hoping for a special couple to stick out that I could entertain you with snarky stories about but that was not the case.  We had a really cool group of people attend our class and it was very much enjoyable.  In a way it was a neat do-over for The Husband and I because we hadn’t taken a birthing class since I was 20 and he was 22 and during that class our mentality was like, “Dude, just tell us what we need to know about the drugs, we plan on going that route and you can forget about anything latching onto my/her boob so we don’t need to know about that nonsense either.”  Obviously, we’ve come a long way in eleven years and breastfeeding along with natural labor progressed with two children after that by trial and error and by becoming self aware.  I think The Husband and I make a great labor team but attending the class and having June put words to the things we’d instinctively picked up along the way was very helpful and made me feel even more confident that we are going to rock this labor out with Enzo and get him into Lucy and Ricky’s arms in the most healthy way possible for all of us.

Here in no specific order are some of the notes I made while there:

1.  What do we know about labor pain?

P: It peaks and it is predictable.

A: It is there to get attention and to help as a guide through the labor stages.

I:  Intuitive, which means that a woman tends to tune into her instinctive wisdom that is already there during the pain of labor. 

N: It is normal!

2. Two assets women have in labor is breathing and mobility.

Breathing deeply is the link between the mind and the body.  It tells our pituitary gland to release calming hormones and not adrenaline.  Fight and flight response with the release of adrenaline is not going to get us anywhere good during labor.  Don’t waste energy on tensing.  The quote by some famous midwife that made us laugh was, “A tight tensed face, jaw, and body makes a tight tense cervix.”

Lips parted and making an ahh, ooo sound or even moo at the end of a contraction helps stay relaxed and can even make a laugh when in great pain which releases the feel good hormones.

Mobility is just having the ability to move around and follow the body’s instincts with the use of gravity to help baby progress through the phases it needs to.  Having mobility helps labor progress faster in most cases.

3. Rehydrate: take a sip after every contraction and pee every hour. At the hospital they will put an IV in so this may be a mute point for hospital births but it is necessary to keep fluids moving as the amniotic fluid is still flushing out and replenishing itself in the womb through the end of labor.

4. I learned there is a contraction application for cell phones to time the contractions for you which will come in so handy as I am usually the one who has to keep track of my own contractions while The Husband is driving.  Yeah baby on technology to that one!

We talked about partner and family support and since I’ve been through labor a few times I can generally estimate how I will be though birthing at the birthing center will provide me with many new opportunities this time around.

  1. I don’t like a lot of chatting of the people around me.  Side noise like music or some television shows aren’t distracting but cell phones ringing, vibrating, whatnot tends to bug me.  I get total sensory overload during birth and I’d like the lights to be dimmed even though most of the time I seem to have my face or eyes covered.  I totally believe in the 3 year-old mentality of, “If I can’t see you, you can’t see me”, move.  Remember Office Space and the “O Face” scene? Yeah, there is a version of that for laboring women and I don’t like it.  If my eyes are open I am usually in a dead stare at the Dallas Cowboy’s star that generally graces most my husband’s shirts.  Cowboy’s apparel has been requested at the last two birthing experiences.  I am sure Enzo’s birth won’t be an exception.
  2. The Husband has to have all attention on me and my needs unless I say it is ok that he doesn’t.
  3. Nobody can eat in front of me unless I am also eating the same thing.  Some smells are just too much and throwing up while also having a contraction is somewhat akin to throwing up and having diarrhea at the same time, not awesome..  Also, someone else’s chewing sounds are annoying.
  4. Praise.  By transition phase it is natural for the birthing person to lose a little bit of faith in themselves as labor becomes very intensive, I need a lot of praise at this time to be energized to keep going.
  5. Strength and endurance.  Pure strength from my husband to literally hold me up, provide counter pressure, reminders of what PAIN stands for, options in positions and consistent understanding when the “reasoning” side of my brain shuts down and gives over to the primal. 

 Besides some of the things I listed above I did leave class with two of my own theories that I’ve come to out of my own observations. One, I think men who tend to be a bit overweight but have wives that aren’t, generally show more affection in public (it probably works both ways) than other people naturally do and that you have to be anything BUT savory looking in appearance to be a birthing parent for a training video (if you’re a midwife in a birth training video you need to have, at least, a 3 inch minimum length of armpit hair visible to the viewing audience. Bonus points if it is braided).  I’m just sayin’….

© Pocketbebe, 2010

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