Comments on: No News is…Good News??

By: Krystal @ {Mrs. Regueiro's Plate}

Krystal @ {Mrs. Regueiro's Plate} — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 18:35:20 +0000

I’m thinking and praying for you!! I don’t think you look like Jabba the hut…it’s a funny mental picture, but I think you are adorable no matter what!! Rest up and savor these last moments between you and Joel…before you know it – your lives will forever be changed. Your precious little cupcake will be here before you know it!!!

By: Spanner

Spanner — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 13:08:51 +0000

I’m pretty sure you don’t look like Jabba the pregnant!! Lol.
I hope all these messages make you feel better – you’re nearly at the end and you’ll have a wonderful little bundle of joy in your arms.
I’ve never commented before but I’d just like to say that I love your blog – I only found it about six months ago and had your whole blog history read in a weekend – I love your recipes, I’m trying to make my way through them one by one! And I love that you write your mistakes and troubles too, it makes us less than perfect cooks feel a little bit more normal!!

By: Kayle (The Cooking Actress)

Kayle (The Cooking Actress) — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 14:45:36 +0000

I’ll be thinking of you-I know you are going to be so excited and happy when you have that little girl in your arms!

By: Hillary

Hillary — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 22:18:09 +0000

Good luck and God bless! I’ll be keeping your family in my prayers.

By: Penny

Penny — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 10:39:42 +0000

Oh yes….the last two weeks are the hardest ones…waiting, waiting, waiting!
My first child came was 10 days late and she actually just arrived because she was born by Caesarean. But actually when the baby arrives by time (my second child) it’s hard to stay in normal daily routine. It was hard for me at least…
But then the day comes…no matter if 10 days later than expected or some days earlier…you’re little darling will come! And yes that’s right, life will change completely after this day. Enjoy your time left being just a couple because after birth you will also be parents and in the beginning it’s hard to find time to be a couple again, but sure you will make that and I wish you and your little family all the best!

Penny

By: Amanda

Amanda — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 06:49:04 +0000

My sweet baby boy was born on 11/7/11 (due 11/11/11). . .6lbs 8oz and 20in. I had gone to the doctor on 11/4/11, only to be told that I was “maybe a fintertip dilated,” and that he would see me the next week (my due date) to schedule my induction. So, I left the office frustrated. Everyone kept telling me that he would come when he was ready. That night, I had some spotting (which I had never had after any of my cervical checks), which continued into the next day. That kind of made me a little excited. We attended a wedding on Saturday. There was a long stretch between the wedding and reception. So, I convinced my hubby we should go to my favorite mall that we were SO close to. He called a friend to meet us there. They sat at the bar at California Pizza Kitchen and had a few beers while I walked the mall for two hours. I thought I should probably try to find a few Christmas gifts, knowing my Christmas shopping wouldn’t be the same this year. We enjoyed the reception, and someone at our table even told me to dance. She said dancing would cause my baby to be born. Sunday morning, I woke up at 5 am with contractions like I had never had before. I didn’t want to wake my husband up. Afterall, this baby wasn’t coming. We were to schedule my induction at my next appointment. My contractions were 10 minutes apart. At 10:30am, my husband woke up to me bouncing on the side of the bed. He asked me what was wrong, but I told him I was fine. Around 11:30, I thought I would take a hot bath (thinking that the water would take away the pain of the contractions. . .wrong). He came into the bathroom and asked if I would like to go to lunch with his family. I told him I didn’t think so. He told me he was going to go ahead and go. I then told him that he couldn’t leave me, as I had been having contractions every 10 minutes since 5 am. He said, “I thought this baby wasn’t coming early?” I told him that he might not, the contractions may stop. He then asked me what I wanted to do, and my response was that I wanted to get my laundry done. My contractions continued all day. I went from the recliner to the loveseat to bouncing on the edge of the couch to curled up in the fetal position to being on all fours rocking back and forth. Nothing gave me relief. I told my husband that these contractions better be making me dilate, or I was going to be really mad. He kept telling me that we should go to the hospital. I told him that my contractions had been 10 minutes apart all day, unchanged. We couldn’t go until they were 5 minutes apart. Let me add that we didn’t pack our hospital bags until that day. Nothing like waiting until the last minute. I asked my husband how I was going to get any sleep that night, and he asked how I thought I was going to work the next day (I am an RN). We decided to go to bed at 11:15pm. My whole pregnancy, I have had a fear of my water breaking in bed (I am sure you can see where this is going). So, I got up and got one of the hospital pads I had stored away just to use when I thought it was getting close. I put the pad down underneath me and crawled in bed for the long miserable night that I just knew I was going to have. I hadn’t even been in bed for a minute when I felt a pop and then was warm and wet. I told my husband to hurry up and pull the covers back because my water had just broken. He asked if I was sure. I told him I had just gone to the bathroom right before I laid down, so I was sure. Then, he said, “Does this mean we can go to the hospital now?” I told him yes. He was running around the house like a mad man. I told him to slow down, because we had time. So, he loaded the car and we got ready to have a baby. Once we got in the car, my contractions were every 3 minutes. We are an hour away from the hospital I chose to deliver at, so I started to panic. I didn’t want my husband to know, of course, but I kept thinking I had waited to long and I wasn’t going to get drugs. How would I make it through the delivery? I am going to die before I have my baby. It was pouring down rain, and at one point I had to tell my husband to slow down as he was driving 90 mph. We arrived at the hospital at 12:30am on 11/7/11. The wheelchair ride from ER to LD was the longest, bumpiest, most miserable ride ever! I had to go to triage first for them to check to make sure my water was truely broken. Once that was determined, then I had to have a sonogram to make sure baby was head down. Then, the nurse checked my progress, and told me I was a 3-4. I asked how soon I could get an epidural, and she told me I had to have a liter of fluid first. Oh my! Really? How long are you going to run it over? She promised me she would have it in in 5 minutes. I was sharing the triage room with a women who had 8 friends with her, half of whom were drunk. She wasn’t in labor and was mad at the nurse, because they were going to send her home. She was calling the nurse a few choice words. One of my contractions made me moan in pain, and she said, “Sounds like someone’s in pain over there. This ‘ol body was built for pain.” I wanted out of triage so badly. The nurse finally moved me to my room and started my IV. She called anesthesia as soon as she did. He showed up rather quickly, and I managed to hold still long enough through my contractions to get my epidural. The nurse checked me again at 2am after anesthesia left. She told me I was a 4-5, and the best thing for me to do was to sleep. My baby would probably be born in the morning, and my doctor would come during office hours to deliver him. So, she positioned me on my left side, and turned the fetal monitor down so that it wouldn’t keep me awake. My husband decided to go to the car to get our bags. He was gone for what seemed like forever, and I started to get worried that maybe something had happened to him in the parking lot. At 2:45 am, the nurse came in and stated that my baby’s heart rate had dropped. She put an oxygen mask on me and rolled me on my left side. At this point, my epidural was working full force and I couldn’t feel a thing. . .W-O-N-D-E-R-F-U-L! I was shaking uncontrollably, so she decided she should check my progress. I was complete!!! 45 minutes from a 4-5 to a 10 with my first baby. How does that happen? She told me she would call the doctor and get him there, especially because of the drop in my baby’s heart rate. She said my baby was probably just in shock from everything happening so fast. My husband finally came back. . .he had been to the cafeteria. He sat in the corner with his sandwich and tea while we waiting. My doctor got there around 3:15. Unfortunately, I couldn’t feel to push. He told me to wait until I felt pressure, but that he would stay at the hospital. At 4:05 am, I started pushing. The nurse would have to tell me when I was having a contraction. The doctor came in at 4:50. I pushed and pushed, but the baby wouldn’t go any farther than a +3 station. Then, his heart rate dropped to 46. The doctor was asking for them to get more help, that my baby may need resusitated after delivery. He told me that I had to get him out on the next push, and had the nurse get the vacuum out. I had an episiotomy, but my baby came right out. The cord was around his neck, and that’s why he couldn’t come down any farther. That’s why his heart rate had dropped. He came out screaming and pink, with great apgar scores at 5:17am. He was perfect. So, my labor was technically 24 hours. I did 21 of those 24 hours drug free. I didn’t even have to have pitocin. My contractions sustained themselves the entire time! My nurse told me that I should come to the hospital sooner if I have another baby. Even though I had 21 hours of being absolutely miserable, only had a half of an hour of sleep, knew I was going to have to recover from a minor surgical procedure, and every muscle in my body ached, he was SO worth it. Everyone tries to tell you how amazing being a mother is. You won’t believe how great it really is until your daughter arrives. Words cannot describe how big the love really is. And, the pain is gone the second that baby is placed in your arms. Nothing else matters. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. With that being said, I will be honest and say that I miss being pregnant. I love my little man and wouldn’t change a thing. However, I miss not having to share him with anyone else. I miss feeling his little kicks (or big jabs). Pregnancy is a miracle, too. So, after my long drawn out birth story, I want to tell you to cherish the last few days of pregnancy. Hold your belly tight, feel every move she makes. Take pictures of your belly. Your life is about to change for the better, and it will never be the same again. Good luck! I will be waiting to see pictures of Cassidy! Once she is born, cherish every moment and cuddle. Listen to that newborn cry. I promise that even the middle of the night feeding when you are so exhausted are wonderful. You look at their little face, and everything is ok. You miss them while they are sleeping in the bassinet right next to you. You miss them when they are just 4 feet from you in someone else’s arm. You want them with you 24/7. My baby boy is growing and changing everyday. He is healthy and happy, and I am so grateful for that. However, I am already missing the newborn stage. I know he is going to be so fun and cuter with each thing he learns. My heart is already thinking it needs another baby. It has to be wonderful to go through it all, and think you could do it again. So, don’t worry about not making any progress. When she is ready, she will make her debut. While it’s hard to hear that, it’s true. And, you will be so glad if she can come on her own. It will be much easier on your body. I know I am not an expert, but I feel like it was just yesterday that I was in your shoes. I know we don’t know each other, but from one momma to another, I am SO excited for you! I can’t wait for you to experience it all!

By: Kelly

Kelly — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 03:13:56 +0000

Good luck! It’s something that will change your life forever, but in a good way. My best piece of advice would be to continue to work on your marriage as well as being a family. It’s hard work and baby does NOT bring you closer together. YOU do!

Also, I was never checked until 38 weeks and I was not dilated at all and not effaced at all. 5 days later my water broke and had my baby the next day. You never know!

By: Hayley

Hayley — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 23:29:04 +0000

My advice is: You’ll be getting tons of advice from all sources, and some of it will contradict. Our pediatrician, my mom, his mom, my grandma, the lactation nurse, the neighbors, the church ladies – everyone had great, but different, advice. It stressed me out. Do what feels best to you and listen to your baby for clues – you’ll know what’s best for her better than anyone else because you know her the best! You and Joel are already great parents because you want the very best for her. Enjoy every second! Sending prayers for you and can’t wait to see pics! Hayley

By: Kimby

Kimby — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 21:07:33 +0000

Amy, TOO funny! Jabba the Pregnant! That’s a pretty apt description for the “late phase pregnancy” feeling (as I recall…) You and Joel will make WONDERFUL parents — little Cassidy will have all the love she needs, and then some. Best advice I can give you? Sleep when the baby sleeps! Housework will wait. Prayers and hugs! ~ Kim

By: Stephanie

Stephanie — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 21:07:24 +0000

I’ll echo everyone else’s advice and tell you to hang in there. My little girl was 5 days late in October and I was also feeling like Jabba the pregnant (LOVE that, by the way!) since I gained about 50 pounds and almost all of it was water. Labor was so much easier than I thought it would be and way less scary. If you go into it with an easy-going, whatever-happens-happens attitude, the experience is much better. Here’s hoping yours is easy and quick too! Lots of happy and calming thoughts coming your way!