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32 week check up

Let’s call this a 32-week check up even though I’m really like 31 1/2 weeks.  But whatever.  Today’s appointment was with my perinatologist (the high risk doctor since, you know, I’m old and stuff).  Totally an uneventful appointment.

They always do an ultrasound to measure things and baby looks great! Still definitely, 100%, proud-to-be a boy!  They measure all kinds of things like head size, thigh size, stomach size, kidney size, amount of fluid, placenta blood flow, etc.  For all of the metrics, baby was measuring ahead 1-2 weeks.  That’s great because I tend to have babies on the smaller side.

The doctor confirmed that my platelet count is starting to get low, but it wasn’t anywhere near a critical level yet – just that it’s starting to decrease.  They’ll keep an eye on it, but he isn’t concerned about it at all.  If it does get too low, he’d likely recommend that they give me some steroids that will increase platelet count.  My main concern is that I’ll be able to get an epidural when the time is right!

I’ll continue to see my normal OB every other week until 36 weeks, then I’ll go to the both the normal OB and the perinatologist weekly.  The perinatologist will do a biophysical profile each time – mostly looking for signs that the placenta is aging too fast.  If I remember correctly, the tech said that they give a score between 0 and 8:

  • 2 points can be assigned for movement
  • 2 points can be assigned for placenta bloodflow
  • 2 points can be assigned for amount of amniotic fluid
  • 2 points can be assigned for baby’s heartbeat

They did try to get me some 3D shots of baby, but no luck.  He kept his hands near his face the whole time.  I got to see his eye socket.  It looked like…an eye socket.

Either way, so far, so good!

 

31 week check up

I missed my 30-week check up due to car issues.  (You know the kind where you’re literally 1 mile away from your destination, but your van won’t turn over, so you ain’t going even though you’re this.close to the place you need to be?  That kind.)
But that’s okay – I moved it to 31 weeks and canceled the 32 week check up.  I feel good.  Lots of movement.  No major issues, so I felt comfortable doing that.  If something changed, then I can always call the doctor.
So, I got to the doctor today.  Uneventful:
  • Yes, my lab work was good last time at 28 weeks – no gestational diabetes.  Which I knew since they didn’t call.  No news = good news.

 

 

  • I should continue to see the perinatologist.  Reason: I’m still old.  Darn that turning 36 last summer!  They just get worried that the placenta will start to age in the last few weeks of pregnancy.  Not sure how worried I should really be about that.

 

 

  • There’s nothing he sees that would make them think that they have to induce – my blood pressure is great, baby seems to be growing, my vitamin levels are bad, but delivery isn’t going to fix that.

Bottom line: Baby is doing well.  I’m doing well.  Keep waiting!

Finn: 4 Years Old!

Finn is 4 years old today!  For the last 11 days, I’ve had a 3-year-old, a 2-year-old and a 1-year-old.  Won’t be repeated again as Baby #4 (still unnamed) will be here in June.

Finn…how to describe him?!?  He can be so kind and tender sometimes.  And so mean.  He can be willing to do whatever you suggest.  And also so stubborn and tough to deviate from the path he’s set for himself.

He’s still not great at potty training (no medical issues; he just doesn’t seem to care much about accidents).  He’s all about “best friends” these days.  Sometimes, I am his best friend.  Sometimes, Stephen is.  Sometimes, he names random people as his best friend.  It’s kind of cute watching him work out what relationships really mean.

He loves doing things “all by himself”, but he also loves having someone there watching him – get dressed, clean up toys, eat a snack.  He’s my kid that as soon as I sit down, he wants in my lap – even still at 4 years old.

He’s showing a good ability to think about things.  Often, he’ll give me reasons why he can’t obey or that he’ll obey right after he does x, y, z.  I’m glad that he’s a thinker and logical (though not surprising given his parents’ backgrounds in Computer Science & Electrical Engineering), but we’re working on obeying.

He’s a big reason that I’ve decided to stay at home for now.  It’s him that I want to influence and help guide for a while.  He’s got 2 years until he’ll go to Kindergarten and I want to make the most of these next couple of years.

He’s not a big eater.  He isn’t picky, but he just doesn’t eat much.  He’s 34 1/2 pounds (38th percentile) and 41 inches (77th percentile).

He’s the only one that “gets” (to any degree) that there’s another brother coming.  He thinks we should name the baby Sammy and he wants to make sure that baby sleeps in his room with him.

Our Finn…he’s ours and we love him!

FinnBirthday4

 

Samuel: 1 year old!

Our little Baby Sammy isn’t such a baby anymore — he’s a 1 year old!  Okay, it was a week and a half ago, but I wanted to wait til I had the stats from his pediatrician appointment.  He’s definitely a long and lean guy, which explains the trouble that I have in getting pants to either stay on his wait or be long enough.  Bring on the shorts weather!

His scrapbook page:

month12.jpg

 

A recent picture:

Samuel1YearOld

If….

I came across this poem today and it touched me.  I’m familiar with the first few lines, but I’m not sure I’ve ever heard (or read) the whole thing.  It could be a good way of approaching life.

I’ve bolded what is particular impactful to me right now.

 

If….by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
  But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream — and not make dreams your master;
If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
  And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings — nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
  With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And which is more: you’ll be a Man, my son!

Drink lots of water, “they” say. Stay hydrated, “they” say. Practically no one drinks enough water, “they” say. It’s a big deal, “they” say.

Turns out “they” are right. At least some of the time. At least about me – last week.

Last Wednesday night, I started having contractions. Not Braxton Hicks fake kind of contractions where your belly gets tight, but really, really painful ones. Ones that reminded me of real labor. Which is NOT what you want to feel when you’re 25 weeks pregnant.

They were painful enough and lasted long enough (a few hours) and came often enough (every 2-3 minutes at their peak) that they made me really worried. Changing positions didn’t help. Taking a bath didn’t help. Laying down didn’t help. Walking around didn’t help.

I called my OB around 9:40 and asked for advice. His advice: You’re likely dehydrated, drink some water, see if that helps, but if it doesn’t, come into the hospital and get checked out.

So I drank some water. Threw it up. Drank some more water. Threw it up. Time to call my mom to stay with the (sleeping) boys and get to the hospital. I really had hopes that it was going to be a false event, so I would’ve driven myself if I could have in any way. But with the pain and the throwing up, I just couldn’t do it.

So Jeff drove me to the hospital, I checked in and the contractions started to subside. Which is good news, but bad timing — would’ve been nice if that they would’ve stopped BEFORE getting my mom out of bed.

They started me drinking some water, hooked me up to monitors and sure enough, healthy heartbeat for baby. Healthy heartbeat & blood pressure for me. No contractions. Urine test didn’t show any protein in my urine (ruling out preeclampsia).

So, they sent me home with a big hospital water bottle and instructions to drink 2-3 of them a day (for about 100 ounces of water). So far, I’ve made it each day.

I’m glad all is well and good. But pregnant mamas: drink your water!

Sammy’s 11 months old – just on verge of being 1!

Here’s his scrapbook page:

month11

Here’s a recent picture:

Sam11months

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