Well, where do I begin?! The last month has not only been super busy, but there has been a constant ebb and flow of excitement and challenges. On the pregnancy front, this baby has big plans of his own, and apparently, I have absolutely no say in the matter. On the Noah front, he too is one determined little Mr. and is giving me gray hairs on a daily basis. In the middle of the kiddo chaos, and lack of sleep, I decided to launch a long time dream of mine and have been dumping tons of time into the adventure (more on that later!). Luckily, as we walk through this tornado, Jason and I have manged to hold tight to each other and only grow stronger as a family! We have also made sure to include time to be with friends and family to celebrate, relax or support each other!
So, pregnancy…sigh…I am currently 30 weeks along and working my ass off with this kid. Not only is he more active than I thought possible, but if there is something he can do to make me stress/worry or have to see 200 more providers, he has done it. Last time I checked in, the main concern was that of my placenta being over my scar….well, good news is that after an ultrasound at 28 weeks, we determined that it is in fact NOT OVER MY SCAR! In the same breath, at that appointment, other than looking at the placenta, all I could see on that monitor was this little boys booty sitting comfortably on my cervix. It was the same exact position that Noah was in at 29 weeks and never moved from. That frank breech position was the reason for my c-section and seeing the same image again brought on a whole tidal wave of memories and fear! Despite the fact that I had about 12 weeks for him to turn, Noah never did and so the fears were high, and I chose not to end my relationship with Dr. Klikoff just yet.
Knowing there are tons of ways to encourage this little one to turn vertex (I did them last pregnancy too), I started pulling out all my resources, making appointments, and hanging out upside down. While Jason quickly knew that his comfort lay with keeping the OB and plannig a hospital birth, I continued to battle with the decision of homebirth and hospital. My heart was still birthing in my own home but my head was seeing a breech baby and c-section from a unknown doctor if I walked away from Dr. Klikoff. While the fear and the indecisiveness plagued my psyche, I managed to quickly gain tons of support and encouragement regarding spinning this baby around. After an awesome Hypnotherapy appointment, with Sharon Storton, I was able to acknowledge that this little baby is in fact, not Noah and this pregnancy, is totally different from the last! It was quite relieving! I was able to visualize my birth, connect with the baby and get out of my head for once. A few days later, I made the choice to follow through with my plans for a homebirth and let go of my OB!!!! The next day, this little baby grabed hold of yet another huge wrench, and lobbed it directly at me!
At the 28 week appointment, I was told that for the 2nd time, I had elevated levels of glucose in my urine and was scolded for not yet completing my 1 hour glucose test. So, in the middle of therapy, acupuncture, moxa treatments and inversions, I fasted, made my way to the lab and swallowed that horrible bottle of glucola. Just like last time, I failed it…and failed it by only 1 point. I was frusterated and refused to do the 3 hour test, which pissed off the nurse at my OB office to no end. Though my post about the 3 hour test last pregnancy makes it sound insignificant, my memory of it is horrid and besides I really don’t think those tests are that great. Anyway, I asked for an alternative to the 3 hour test, which got relayed to my OB that I “didn’t think I had a problem and was refusing to do anymore testing!” Grrrrrrrrr! Long story short, I was able to skip the 3 hour test and instead eat my regular diet and test my own blood sugar after meals for a weekend. I failed, almost all of them, and last Monday I was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes. Super Awesome!
So, once again (3rd time to be exact) our home birth plan is jeopardized. If I can’t manage my diabetes with diet and exercise alone, then I will have to go on medication (insulin shots), and if I have to go on insulin, then I can’t deliver at home…sigh! Luckily, my numbers aren’t extremely high, and I am just as stubborn as my 2 year old son is (teee-heeee)!! I have faith that I can get a grip on my blood sugar without meds! I just have a short timeline to do it! Good-bye skittles, good-bye ice cream, good-bye delicious carbs that I never thought I could live without…Hello healthy mommy, hello healthy baby, and hello homebirth!!!
Phew! Lastly, on the kid updates, my adorable, “terrible” two year old. Ok, Ok, he is not terrible, he is adorable but he is 2 testing every boundary know to human kind. Or maybe he is just testing all MY boundaries. Which ever it is, I am the one dealing with it and I am one tired Momma! He is insanely cute, and blows me away with his cuteness in between his moments of pure insanity. I have decided that it is a survival mechanism they are built with, seriously, they have to be cute or they we would all kill um!! ;p Anyway, our biggest battle (and longest standing battle) is that Noah still doesn’t sleep.
Despite all our efforts at sleep training, he is waaaaay too frickin’ smart and gives us hell all night long! Seriously, 2+ hours of screaming in the middle of the night…and when we ignore him, he takes turns standing on either side of the bed yelling for me and then switching to Jason after about 10 minutes. He can turn off the tears in an instant, turn on his sweet little voice and then ask, “hold hands, just 2 more minutes?” or “mommy?! Just one more song please?!” and when those fail, his sweet voice morphs back into a angry screech, “MOMMMMMMYYYYYYY KRYSTAAAAAAAAAAAL!” His most
Mr. I'm Not Tired (who falls asleep eating!)
recent ingenious ploy to get me out of bed and give him attention though was down right ridiculous. After about an hour of antics, and a good 10 minutes of both Jason and I ignoring him, Noah stops crying, stands up in his bed and says all too calmly, “Mommy, Noah has poop!” At first I dont respond and he repeats himself in the same tone…SUCKER, aka Mommy, gets up to check his pants and finds ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IN HIS DIAPER!!!!! I’m telling you, the kid is too smart and Jason and I are in serious trouble with this guy 🙂
Wish us luck and think thoughts of a sleeping toddler…in his own bed….and send them our way!
And thoughts of a head down baby….and thoughts of low blood sugars while you are at it!