Norah Katherine Blakey was born on Thursday, July 3, at 10:38 pm. She weighed 7 pounds, 13 ounces, and was 21 inches long.
10 hours old.
Crinkly skin still adjusting to our world.
We were surprised by how blond she is. Her eyelashes are platinum, along with the downy lanugo that covers her ears, back, and chubby shoulders. Her hair is sandy blond, and I'm curious to see how much it will change.
She was born two days after her due date, and I was having a difficult time remaining patient. My body launched into labor on Thursday afternoon, we hurried to the hospital, and after seven hours (and a glorious planned epidural), she was in our arms. Everything went wonderfully, and of course we absolutely love her. More details and pictures coming soon!
Showing posts with label Third Pregnancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Third Pregnancy. Show all posts
Monday, July 7, 2014
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Friends Pregnant
I've been meaning to touch on this subject since that wonderful day way back in October. We had just found out that we were pregnant, and it was bittersweet telling some of our best friends, since we knew they wanted more kids, too.
Well wouldn't you know it, God had a beautiful plan for this story, too. Three days later, Betsy got a positive pregnancy test, too. We were both overflowing with joy, in case you can't tell.
It's been such a crazy, fun, blessed experience being pregnant together. Encouraging each other through the morning sickness, praying for each other in moments of uncertainty, celebrating clothes that no longer fit, sharing pregnancy cravings, knitting and crocheting baby blankets together, guessing which one of us will get to hold our babies first, and rejoicing together in every good appointment and ultrasound.
A few months ago, I texted Betsy and mentioned that I was craving the Lettuce Wraps from one of our favorite restaurants in Pullman. Just the mention triggered the same craving for her, and she ending up driving the half hour round trip to get a double order, and brought it to my house where we indulged our cravings together. True friendship right there. We shared a lot of similar cravings, as well as lack of desire to be in our kitchens at times.
This last Saturday, our husbands spent the day with the kids, and Betsy and I took ourselves out for a day of pampering. We got coffee at Bucer's, and then got pedicures, which was actually a first for me. Then we went out to lunch at Bloom, and hit the mall to get smoothies and shop for post-partum clothes.
Later, after a picnic dinner from the Co-op, I realized we needed a few pictures together. I drug Betsy over to a brick wall, and handed Bryan my iPhone. I was pleased with the results from our impromptu 60 second photo shoot.
I'm really excited about today. Because Betsy is in labor. I guess she beat me to it. But that's okay, because I'm so excited that I get to hold her baby in a little while. God has been so kind to us, and today is a day of great rejoicing.
Well wouldn't you know it, God had a beautiful plan for this story, too. Three days later, Betsy got a positive pregnancy test, too. We were both overflowing with joy, in case you can't tell.
It's been such a crazy, fun, blessed experience being pregnant together. Encouraging each other through the morning sickness, praying for each other in moments of uncertainty, celebrating clothes that no longer fit, sharing pregnancy cravings, knitting and crocheting baby blankets together, guessing which one of us will get to hold our babies first, and rejoicing together in every good appointment and ultrasound.
A few months ago, I texted Betsy and mentioned that I was craving the Lettuce Wraps from one of our favorite restaurants in Pullman. Just the mention triggered the same craving for her, and she ending up driving the half hour round trip to get a double order, and brought it to my house where we indulged our cravings together. True friendship right there. We shared a lot of similar cravings, as well as lack of desire to be in our kitchens at times.
This last Saturday, our husbands spent the day with the kids, and Betsy and I took ourselves out for a day of pampering. We got coffee at Bucer's, and then got pedicures, which was actually a first for me. Then we went out to lunch at Bloom, and hit the mall to get smoothies and shop for post-partum clothes.
Later, after a picnic dinner from the Co-op, I realized we needed a few pictures together. I drug Betsy over to a brick wall, and handed Bryan my iPhone. I was pleased with the results from our impromptu 60 second photo shoot.
I'm really excited about today. Because Betsy is in labor. I guess she beat me to it. But that's okay, because I'm so excited that I get to hold her baby in a little while. God has been so kind to us, and today is a day of great rejoicing.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
39 Weeks
Now that this pregnancy is almost over, let me fill you in on how things have been going for the last four months. What a roller coaster pregnancy can be. The morning sickness was rough at first; I lost weight, and looked old and tired. I was surprised how much the malnutrition and dehydration showed up on my face. Then weeks 15 through 32 were pretty good, considering. I actually had an appetite, gained weight, slept decently, and kept up with life.
As the baby (and my belly) got bigger, I started developing some pretty decent pelvic and hip pain. Bones shifting and muscles pinching nerves and all that good stuff. I found myself mostly confined to bed or the couch, and increasingly frustrated with my limitations. I even swallowed my pride and rode one of those little electric carts around Walmart. One particularly rough day at about 33 weeks, I decided to see what insurance would cover for a chiropractor. I saw Dr. McKenzie, and was so impressed with his holistic approach and the moderate pain relief I experienced. I always feel selfish spending money just to relieve pain, but ohmygoodness, three chiropractor appointments and a deep tissue massage made me feel like a new woman. I went from basically being crippled to being able to complete basic household chores with no pain! This last week has been so wonderful compared to the previous month. I've actually been able to do normal "nesting" things, like painting a dresser for the baby, organizing my pantry, and doing some deep cleaning.
I posted the most recent photos a few days ago.
Besides the pain, occasional headache, not-so-great sleep, occasional nausea and random throwing up, and heartburn, this pregnancy is really going pretty well. (I'm currently using nine pillows at night to create the perfect little nest of pseudo-comfort.) Baby has been head down for weeks, and usually anterior (with her back against my belly), which is where we want her to be. My weight, fundal height, blood pressure, lab results, and baby's heart rate have all been great. I think it's funny that my weight has been exactly the same at the beginning and end of all three pregnancies, despite all of the variations in detail. Last week Dr. Minudri said he would be happy to deliver, even if he's not on call. The other doctors in his practice are great, but I've been particularly impressed with everything I've seen and heard about him specifically, and am really relieved to know he's willing to be there. Even though I've done with whole labor and delivery thing twice already, mentally preparing to go to a hospital feels like totally new territory.
The cute little newborn clothes are washed and waiting. I've been having some nice little Braxton-Hicks contractions, and my body is showing little hints of preparing to have this baby. So now we wait. We're all ready. Any day, Baby Girl. We can't wait to meet you.
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14 1/2 Weeks |
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19 Weeks |
With each of my pregnancies, my babies have seemed more active. Maybe because things are more elastic, and baby has more room to squirm around. And with this pregnancy, my placenta is posterior, which means there isn't that extra cushioning against my belly that I had with the other girls. Whatever the reasons, I've never seen this much movement so early in pregnancy. This was a day before 22 weeks, and she weighed about a pound.
I've been fighting the migraines, despite my best efforts to follow my own advice. When I was safely into the third trimester, I agreed to try codeine. The first time I took it was good. It made me feel a little groggy, but drastically decreased the pain in my head. Then the second time I took it, my body decided it didn't like it. I started throwing up. I had started the day with coffee and cereal (and just happened to weigh myself, since I try to do that occasionally when I'm pregnant), and then promptly kept nothing down for the entire day. By 9 pm, I realized my body must be severely dehydrated, and told Bryan that we needed to do something. So for the first time in my life, I had IV fluids. As the beautiful saline dripped into my veins, I became less thirsty. It was glorious. I threw up a few more times, but was able to get some sleep that night. The next day around noon, it occurred to me to see what my weight was. I was seven pounds lighter than I'd been about 30 hours prior. And I'd been keeping things down for a while. That was a rough run. I haven't touched codeine since, and even told my doctor to list it as an "allergy." So I have good ol' hydrocodone that I've taken a couple of times now for migraines. What a blessing to experience some relief after months of toughing out the pain.
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Me: 19 weeks, 5 days. Jessie: 39 weeks, 6 days. |
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27 Weeks |
My
other girls never really hurt me like this girl has in utero. I have been
surprised that her kicks and jabs have actually caused me to double over
in pain. She did something at about 32 weeks that made me gasp for breath and stop in my
tracks and lean on whatever was available. And then I was actually sore in
that spot for a couple of days. Crazy kiddo. More recently, she just
tries to stretch out, and actually makes my ribs sore! I'd heard of
such things happening, and now I can empathize.
This was at 30 weeks. It seems like a long video, but she did this for about an hour that night.
This was at 30 weeks. It seems like a long video, but she did this for about an hour that night.
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34 Weeks. Enjoying a "hot" day in May. |
As the baby (and my belly) got bigger, I started developing some pretty decent pelvic and hip pain. Bones shifting and muscles pinching nerves and all that good stuff. I found myself mostly confined to bed or the couch, and increasingly frustrated with my limitations. I even swallowed my pride and rode one of those little electric carts around Walmart. One particularly rough day at about 33 weeks, I decided to see what insurance would cover for a chiropractor. I saw Dr. McKenzie, and was so impressed with his holistic approach and the moderate pain relief I experienced. I always feel selfish spending money just to relieve pain, but ohmygoodness, three chiropractor appointments and a deep tissue massage made me feel like a new woman. I went from basically being crippled to being able to complete basic household chores with no pain! This last week has been so wonderful compared to the previous month. I've actually been able to do normal "nesting" things, like painting a dresser for the baby, organizing my pantry, and doing some deep cleaning.
34 1/2 Weeks |
37 1/2 Weeks |
Besides the pain, occasional headache, not-so-great sleep, occasional nausea and random throwing up, and heartburn, this pregnancy is really going pretty well. (I'm currently using nine pillows at night to create the perfect little nest of pseudo-comfort.) Baby has been head down for weeks, and usually anterior (with her back against my belly), which is where we want her to be. My weight, fundal height, blood pressure, lab results, and baby's heart rate have all been great. I think it's funny that my weight has been exactly the same at the beginning and end of all three pregnancies, despite all of the variations in detail. Last week Dr. Minudri said he would be happy to deliver, even if he's not on call. The other doctors in his practice are great, but I've been particularly impressed with everything I've seen and heard about him specifically, and am really relieved to know he's willing to be there. Even though I've done with whole labor and delivery thing twice already, mentally preparing to go to a hospital feels like totally new territory.
The cute little newborn clothes are washed and waiting. I've been having some nice little Braxton-Hicks contractions, and my body is showing little hints of preparing to have this baby. So now we wait. We're all ready. Any day, Baby Girl. We can't wait to meet you.
Monday, June 23, 2014
I can't wait to wrap her up in this, Chapter 3
I finished crocheting Baby's blanket yesterday. Now we really are ready for her arrival.
And now I've made each of my daughters a baby blanket. It's not fancy yarn, but I'm glad to have a little tradition that I can keep up with as I have less free time with each child.
Chloë's, Elaina's, and Baby Sister's. I ran out of the lavender yarn about 15 stiches short of finishing the last row, so I just pulled it out. So it's not perfectly symmetrical, which of course bugs those pesky OCD tendencies. Oh well. I don't think Baby Sister is going to care.
And now I've made each of my daughters a baby blanket. It's not fancy yarn, but I'm glad to have a little tradition that I can keep up with as I have less free time with each child.
Chloë's, Elaina's, and Baby Sister's. I ran out of the lavender yarn about 15 stiches short of finishing the last row, so I just pulled it out. So it's not perfectly symmetrical, which of course bugs those pesky OCD tendencies. Oh well. I don't think Baby Sister is going to care.
Saturday, June 21, 2014
38 Weeks
Mama, age 30, and 38 1/2 weeks pregnant. Chloë, age 4, and Elaina, age 2. Bryan took a few quick pictures yesterday, so now the full term baby bump has been documented.
It's fun looking at similar photos from almost 2 1/2 years ago.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Pregnancy and Migraines
Every couple of months, someone asks me for my advice on what I do for migraines during pregnancy. I finally decided to put everything in one place; hopefully nice and neat and not too long, boring, or confusing. So here goes.
I've suffered from migraine headaches for as long as I can remember. When I was in my early teens, they became a regular and frequent part of my life. I remember lying in bed all day in my dark bedroom, trying not to cry, because the stuffiness from crying just made the pain worse. Some of my grandparents, both of my parents, and all four of my siblings get migraines too. When a medication called Imitrex was invented, all of our lives experienced drastic relief from the plague of migraines.
Then I grew up, became a nurse, and got married. When my husband and I decided to start a family, I knew that Imitrex wasn't safe to take while pregnant, so I wasn't sure what I was going to do.
Understanding what a migraine actually is is helpful in understanding our treatment options. A migraine is defined as "a severe recurring headache, usually affecting only one side of the head, that is characterized by sharp, throbbing pain and is often accompanied by nausea, vomiting, sensitivity to light, and visual disturbances." The physiology of a migraine is complicated, but we know that it involves the blood vessels and nerves threaded through the brain. Blood vessels and nerves usually run right next to each other, and during a migraine, the blood vessels are dilated (expanded), and so they push on the nerves that they're next to. And nerves just don't like to be messed with, so they get all inflamed and cause a fuss. Meaning a horrible migraine. Understanding this concept is really helpful when trying to figure out what to do to make a migraine go away. Some medications, like Imitrex, can actually stop what's causing the migraine. It's complicated, but essentially, the medication helps to constrict (or narrow) the blood vessels in the brain, which means they stop pressing on the nerves they're next to. Basic "pain meds" just help block (or at least dull or turn down) the signal of pain, which is nice, but doesn't really fix the problem. Drugs like Tylenol and Advil don't help much (although NSAIDs like Advil usually help a little more than Tylenol because they have an anti-inflammatory component, which can help relieve some of the pain-causing pressure on the nerves). Stronger opioid prescription pain meds like Codeine or Hydrocodone (also referred to as narcotics) do a better job at blocking that pain signal. They basically numb or dull the sensation of pain. Which can be nice, but they don't actually solve the problem that is the migraine.
Unfortunately, we don't know much about how Imitrex (and other sumatriptans) affect a growing baby during pregnancy. It is classified as Pregnancy Category C (look at this if you aren't familiar with Pregnancy Categories), and research shows "in developmental toxicity studies in rats and rabbits, oral administration of sumatriptan to pregnant animals was associated with embryolethality, fetal abnormalities, and pup mortality," especially during the first half of pregnancy. That's enough information for me to steer clear of the stuff, especially during the first and second trimesters.
Now that I'm 3/4 of the way through my third pregnancy, I have experienced a lot of migraines during pregnancy. I've longed to take one of those little magic Imitrex pills, but in my opinion the risk just doesn't outweigh the benefit, even when the migraines are so bad that I'm awake all night throwing up.
Ways to Treat the Migraine
I usually find the best relief when I combine most of these tactics. When I feel a migraine coming on, I usually ask my husband to rub my neck, take Tylenol, drink coffee, sip Powerade, take a hot and cold shower, and rest. I usually get at least some relief, and sometimes I can actually get a migraine to go away.
Tylenol and Caffeine
Although Tylenol (Acetaminophen, also abbreviated APAP) is one of the few drugs considered safe to take during pregnancy (Pregnancy Category A), it should still be taken with caution. Taking more than four doses of extra strength Tylenol in 24 hours can cause liver damage. And if something is damaging your liver, it's probably not good for a developing baby. Caffeine has not been formally assigned a pregnancy category by the FDA, but there are warnings about using it during pregnancy, especially during the first trimester. Those warnings are usually about how caffeine is a vasoconstrictor, which means not as much blood is going through your blood vessels to your placenta, which means the baby is getting less of what he or she needs from you. But the vasoconstriction is exactly why caffeine can help migraines. It causes vasoconstriction (making the blood vessels in your brain shrink down), which relieves that horrible pressure on the nerves causing all the trouble. In fact, Excedrin Migraine is a medication that has Tylenol, caffeine, and Aspirin. I would just be tempted to pop a couple of Excedrins, but Aspirin is Pregnancy Category C, which I don't want to take.
So I take two Extra Strength generic Tylenol (1000mg total of Acetaminophen), and make a double or triple shot of espresso. Or sometimes I nudge my sweet husband in the middle of the night, and he lovingly gets out of bed to make me coffee: a triple shot espresso, with just a little sugar and cream to cool it down and make it palatable. If I'm nauseated from the migraine, it's really hard to actually drink (or smell) coffee, but room-temperature espresso is easier to stomach than hot. Since Tylenol by itself doesn't really help with migraine pain, you may wonder why I bother. Because caffeine is a stimulant, it can boost the effectiveness of pain killers by 40%. Which isn't magical, but every little bit helps.
The flip side of this fix is that caffeine actually makes migraines worse for the occasional person or particular headache. Especially if you're already dehydrated. Since caffeine is a diuretic, it can make you more dehydrated than you already are, which can make your migraine worse. Not good. Also, coffee contains small amounts of tannins, which is a compound that has been known to cause migraines. This is what I call a bummer. Or a catch-22.
Hot and Cold Shower
I've been using this treatment for years (even when I'm not pregnant), and it can really help. When I have a migraine, I have to drag myself to the shower. Then I get the water nice and hot, and let it blast the back of my head, neck, and shoulders for a couple of minutes. Then I turn it to cold. Not all the way, because I can't stand it, but almost. Then I let the cold water blast the back of my head, neck, and shoulders for about 30 seconds. Then I go back to the hot water for 30 seconds. Then back to the cold for 30 seconds. Back and forth for about five minutes: five hot cycles, and five cold cycles. A little longer, if I can stand it.
Basically, I'm messing with my blood vessels, trying to shock them into some state of normalcy. Now this sounds strange, but that's the best hypothesis I've got. Cold constricts blood vessels, and heat dilates them. For some reason this back and forth can help a migraine to go away. Not completely the second I step out of the shower, but I usually experience a good amount of relief, and sometimes within a half hour or so, my migraine is greatly improved.
Magnesium
Some research has shown that having low magnesium levels may be related to the occurrence of migraines. One small study showed that people who started taking 600 mg of magnesium a day reduced the frequency of their migraines by 41%.
Some data suggests that magnesium is difficult to absorb when your body is already raging with pregnancy hormones. (Vitamin D, Vitamin B6, Vitamin B12, and a little calcium are essential for magnesium absorption, so it's good to make sure you're getting those, too.) Even so, I'm not suggesting you start popping magnesium like candy. It can cause diarrhea. Lovely. And other problems. However, I did some research and decided to try topical absorption. Meaning, you put the stuff on your skin, and it absorbs into your bloodstream and goes where it needs to go, without upsetting the gastrointestinal tract. Some people use magnesium oil
I started using a little every day in the first trimester of this pregnancy, and had a drastic decrease in the number (and longevity) of my migraines. I'm a believer.
Also. Epsom salt actually has a lot of magnesium in it. So when I get a migraine, sometimes I pour about a cup of cheap Epsom salt into a bath, and soak for a good long while to let some of the magnesium absorb into my body. And of course relaxing the muscles in the neck and upper shoulders are good for relieving some of the pain.
I discovered that Powerade has magnesium, but Gatorade doesn't. From the labels I've read, most Powerades also have Brominated Vegetable Oil, sometimes called BVO, which is used as a flame retardant, and something I try to avoid putting in my body while pregnant. But, the "white cherry" flavor of Powerade doesn't have BVO. So I keep a few bottles of that in my pantry, and open one when I feel a migraine coming on. Maybe there's a larger electrolyte imbalance going on in my body, but sipping a Powerade has actually eased a few of my migraines. And even if it doesn't actively help, I figure hey, the extra electrolytes will be great if the migraines gets to point where I start throwing up.
Bonuses of taking magnesium: it can help with morning sickness, as well as restless leg syndrome. That's three times for the win!
Vitamin B2, also called Riboflavin
I need to add this supplement back into my life. I tried taking B2 regularly in high school, but didn't notice an improvement in my migraines, so I stopped. That was half my lifetime ago, and I'm sure my body and brain have changed a little since then. Another small study showed a 50% improvement in migraine occurrence when 400 mg of B2 was taken regularly. So it certainly might be worth trying.
Chiropractic Care
I haven't actually tried this, but I have a couple of friends that will testify that regular neck adjustments almost cured them of their migraines. Part of the reason I haven't tried this option is simply financial. Our insurance won't help pay for such things, and seeing a chiropractor once or twice a week would get really expensive really fast.
Massage
A good massage to the neck and shoulders feels so good when I have a migraine. Again, visiting a masseuse isn't cheap. But my husband has been practicing on my neck and shoulders for eight years now, and even a ten minute massage can help. It doesn't exactly cure a migraine, but it does give me some pain relief. And if I can have him rub my neck and shoulders when I feel a migraine coming on, I think it has actually helped make it go away.
Perscription Pain Meds
This is where we really get into controversial territory, since narcotics are considered Pregnancy Category C. If used regularly, they jump over in the D category. Some medications are considered a little bit safer in the third trimester; once the baby is past the super development stages. Resorting to narcotics is something I did not do during my first two pregnancies. But at my appointment with my doctor two weeks ago, I was curious what she had to say about Imitrex and the third trimester. I wasn't surprised that she said she wasn't comfortable with it, but then we discussed how Codeine or Hydrocodone would probably be a better option-if used very occasionally. I thought about it, and decided I would be okay with that. I filled my prescription, and within the week, woke up throwing up with a dreaded migraine. Two days shy of 30 weeks gestation, I hesitantly took a codeine and a triple shot espresso. I was so happy when I could feel it numbing my pain, and I went from bedridden to functional (but still with some pain, and a little groggy). I understand that some people are not comfortable with this option, even in the third trimester, but you should do your own research and talk to your doctor about this one.
Triggers to Avoid
During my second pregnancy, I started figuring things out, and realized that there were some very specific things that triggered migraines during the hyperhormonal state of pregnancy. When I'm not pregnant, I can usually get away with small portions of these things. But when I'm pregnant, my brain is just more sensitive to these things, and I do my best to avoid them.
There are many other substances and circumstances that may contribute to migraines (extreme changes in temperature, bright or flickering lights, strong smells, etc.), but these are the biggest triggers for me.
MSG
The biggest trigger for me is monosodium glutamate. And not just MSG, but all of it's "cousins." I found a really helpful list that shows what other ingredients technically aren't MSG, but are similar enough that they act like it: they make food extra savory, and they give me migraines. Just because a package boasts "No MSG!" doesn't mean it doesn't have one of those other sneaky chemicals in it. After much experimenting, I've discovered that anything in the first column of that list will straight up give me a migraine when I'm pregnant. Which means that I read everything with a label. Sweet stuff is usually safe, since all of those chemicals are responsible for a savory food experience. So everything from chips and crackers to pre-prepared meats, sauces, and dips are possible migraine triggers. I realized so much of what I was eating had those horrible chemicals in them. Sausage, Papa Murphy's pizza, curly fries, cheese crackers, soup broth... the list of foods I don't eat right now is pretty long. But totally worth avoiding. It's a small blessing that there are still savory pre-packaged foods that I can eat. Plain potato chips or plain crackers are great. I can actually still eat a Papa Murphy's pizza, as long as it has the marinara sauce (and not the garlic alfredo sauce), and none of the meats. After I adjusted my food intake during my second pregnancy, I went from having migraines constantly to almost never. It was amazing.
Wine. Meaning sulfites, tannins, and tyramines.
Our church serves real wine every Sunday for communion. And while I have nothing against the occasional sip of wine during pregnancy, I avoid the stuff like it's toxic. Just that one sip of wine is enough to give me a migraine. This is a good article that explains what is really going on with wine and migraines. For me, I think it's the combination of the chemical makeup of the wine. Because lots of other foods contain sulfites, tannins, and tyramines, and they usually aren't a problem. But all together in wine? Nope. I have noticed the occasional migraine from over-indulging in dark chocolate (which has tannins), so I'm careful about not eating too much at once.
Fatigue
Being pregnant, avoiding fatigue is easier said than done. Especially in that first trimester. But when I try to do too much, and skimp on sleep, I almost always get a migraine. Especially if I do too much and skimp on sleep for two or three days in a row. No good. Even now that I have two kids, I prioritize rest and sleep. I don't stay up late getting projects done or watching TV. I sleep. A rested mommy is usually a migraine-free mommy.
Dehydration
I think this goes without saying, but stay hydrated. If you're doing a lot of sweating (or throwing up, or anything else that uses up electrolytes), make sure you're replenishing those too. You can actually swing the other direction and have enough water but not enough sodium, potassium, calcium and magnesium, and put your body in a state similar to overhydration (also called water intoxication). Coconut water is a great natural source of electrolytes. White cherry Powerade also gets my vote. I've also been known to drink pickle juice (which has tons of sodium) after a day in the sun.
As a nurse and life-long migraine sufferer at the end of my third pregnancy, these are my experiences. I'm sure there are some conflicting testimonies out there, but if you have any tips to add (or corrections on facts), feel free to leave a comment! And as always, talk to your health care provider about this stuff.

Saturday, February 8, 2014
Baby #3 is a...
...GIRL!
Another girl! We're going to have THREE GIRLS.
That is insane.
We had our big ultrasound yesterday, and everything looks wonderful.
Four heart chambers, a beautiful little brain, ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. She even let us see her swallowing skills. (Mmmm, amniotic fluid!)
She gave us a solid wave hello. ("They never do that," the ultrasonographer mentioned.)
Would you just look at that tiny little perfect leg? Thigh, knee, calf, arch of her foot, toes...
She's perfect, as far as we can tell.
So far, Elaina wants to name her "Zshu-zshu-zshu Baby," and Chloë think we should call her "Uhluckah." They both took to the news of a new little sister really well. Chloë's whole face lit up when I told her the baby in my tummy was a girl, and Elaina blankly said "oh," and turned around and ran off. Since we told them the news yesterday, my tummy has received lots of affectionate rubs, pats, and kisses. "Goodnight, Baby Sister," they said, as they hugged my tummy last night.
We are pretty excited. And by pretty excited, I mean totally thrilled. We're happy that she's safe and sound in my tummy, growing bigger every day, but we sure are looking forward to meeting her in 4 1/2 or 5 months.
Another girl! We're going to have THREE GIRLS.
That is insane.
We had our big ultrasound yesterday, and everything looks wonderful.
Four heart chambers, a beautiful little brain, ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. She even let us see her swallowing skills. (Mmmm, amniotic fluid!)
She gave us a solid wave hello. ("They never do that," the ultrasonographer mentioned.)
Would you just look at that tiny little perfect leg? Thigh, knee, calf, arch of her foot, toes...
She's perfect, as far as we can tell.
So far, Elaina wants to name her "Zshu-zshu-zshu Baby," and Chloë think we should call her "Uhluckah." They both took to the news of a new little sister really well. Chloë's whole face lit up when I told her the baby in my tummy was a girl, and Elaina blankly said "oh," and turned around and ran off. Since we told them the news yesterday, my tummy has received lots of affectionate rubs, pats, and kisses. "Goodnight, Baby Sister," they said, as they hugged my tummy last night.
We are pretty excited. And by pretty excited, I mean totally thrilled. We're happy that she's safe and sound in my tummy, growing bigger every day, but we sure are looking forward to meeting her in 4 1/2 or 5 months.
Monday, December 16, 2013
12 Weeks
Saturday night was a really hard night. Bryan and I had just returned from a wonderful and joyous wedding, when my body decided to start freaking out a little. Things were happening that suggested my pregnancy might be in trouble. Like, maybe the pregnancy was over. This was something my body had never done before, and I was shocked. And really scared. I laid in bed and let the tears soak my pillow. I could feel the adrenaline of fear coursing through my veins. Bryan came to bed after putting the girls to sleep, and we talked a little. His face was so worried. After talking about what was going on and how I was doing, I asked him how he was doing. His lips tightened a little, and he said "I'm a little scared, too." We held each other and cried. We prayed that God would spare our child's life, and keep him or her safe in my womb for many more months.
All Saturday night I kept tossing and turning, having sad dreams, and excepting to have to go to the ER. I even called my brother who lives next door to make sure he could come be with the girls if we had to leave in the middle of the night.
I didn't get out of bed on Sunday except to use the bathroom. The warning signs of a miscarriage had ceased, but I was afraid to move. Bryan and I talked and prayed and cried some more. It's funny just how much you can love someone you've never even met. What if our baby was gone? We didn't know.
I did know that the way things were going was a good sign, considering. But I was still so nervous. And scared. And yet I was comforted thinking about God's goodness, and his plan for our lives, and for the life of our baby. I'm the type of woman that likes to make a plan and take action and get things done, and I knew there wasn't a thing in the world that I could or couldn't do that would change whatever was happening in my womb. I knew everything could be completely fine. Women's bodies do strange things for no good reason, and I know that. But I also knew that everything could be terribly wrong.
This morning I called Dr. Minudri's office minutes after they opened. Two very long hours later, I got a call from Dr. Campbell's nurse, and we talked. She called back after she'd discussed things with Dr. Campbell, and he wanted me to have an ultrasound, some blood work, and a Rhogam shot.
Bryan took the girls to Betsy's, and met me at the hospital. Time moves slowly in waiting rooms. We finally went back to the room with the ultrasound machine, and I could feel my heart pounding. The ultrasound monitor's screen was angled so that I couldn't see much. Bryan watched the screen, and I strained my neck to see as much as I could. "There's your baby," the technician said, and angled the screen my direction for about a second. "And he's moving?" I asked. "Oh, yeah, definitely moving." Bryan squeezed my hand and gave me a little smile. "Oh and there's the heart beating." I took a really deep breath, since apparently I hadn't been breathing much. She checked everything that there is to check, and said everything looked good. My body was fine. The baby was fine. Everything was just as it should be.
We didn't get any prints to bring home, but I got to see my baby kicking around with even more enthusiasm than last time. The tech let me look at the monitor long enough to see my beautiful baby's arms and legs and feet. I felt strangely calm. Even after all that worrying.
I got some blood work done, and went back later this evening to get a Rhogam shot (those things hurt like heck, by the way). I sat in the Labor and Delivery room, waiting for the nurse to come in with the huge needle to plunge into my flesh, and I looked around. It was quiet. I'd been in that room many times and seen many babies take their first breath. It was weird imagining myself there in another six months. I looked at the tiny baby blanket and hat, all ready to go for the next baby to be born in that room. I smiled. I get to meet my baby in just a few more months. Only a few more months.
Oh my way out, I thanked the nurses, and asked them what they liked for treats. "When I'm back here in six months to have my baby, what should I bring for you ladies?" They laughed. "Chocolate!" they said in agreement. "Anything chocolate."
All Saturday night I kept tossing and turning, having sad dreams, and excepting to have to go to the ER. I even called my brother who lives next door to make sure he could come be with the girls if we had to leave in the middle of the night.
I didn't get out of bed on Sunday except to use the bathroom. The warning signs of a miscarriage had ceased, but I was afraid to move. Bryan and I talked and prayed and cried some more. It's funny just how much you can love someone you've never even met. What if our baby was gone? We didn't know.
I did know that the way things were going was a good sign, considering. But I was still so nervous. And scared. And yet I was comforted thinking about God's goodness, and his plan for our lives, and for the life of our baby. I'm the type of woman that likes to make a plan and take action and get things done, and I knew there wasn't a thing in the world that I could or couldn't do that would change whatever was happening in my womb. I knew everything could be completely fine. Women's bodies do strange things for no good reason, and I know that. But I also knew that everything could be terribly wrong.
This morning I called Dr. Minudri's office minutes after they opened. Two very long hours later, I got a call from Dr. Campbell's nurse, and we talked. She called back after she'd discussed things with Dr. Campbell, and he wanted me to have an ultrasound, some blood work, and a Rhogam shot.
Bryan took the girls to Betsy's, and met me at the hospital. Time moves slowly in waiting rooms. We finally went back to the room with the ultrasound machine, and I could feel my heart pounding. The ultrasound monitor's screen was angled so that I couldn't see much. Bryan watched the screen, and I strained my neck to see as much as I could. "There's your baby," the technician said, and angled the screen my direction for about a second. "And he's moving?" I asked. "Oh, yeah, definitely moving." Bryan squeezed my hand and gave me a little smile. "Oh and there's the heart beating." I took a really deep breath, since apparently I hadn't been breathing much. She checked everything that there is to check, and said everything looked good. My body was fine. The baby was fine. Everything was just as it should be.
We didn't get any prints to bring home, but I got to see my baby kicking around with even more enthusiasm than last time. The tech let me look at the monitor long enough to see my beautiful baby's arms and legs and feet. I felt strangely calm. Even after all that worrying.
I got some blood work done, and went back later this evening to get a Rhogam shot (those things hurt like heck, by the way). I sat in the Labor and Delivery room, waiting for the nurse to come in with the huge needle to plunge into my flesh, and I looked around. It was quiet. I'd been in that room many times and seen many babies take their first breath. It was weird imagining myself there in another six months. I looked at the tiny baby blanket and hat, all ready to go for the next baby to be born in that room. I smiled. I get to meet my baby in just a few more months. Only a few more months.
Oh my way out, I thanked the nurses, and asked them what they liked for treats. "When I'm back here in six months to have my baby, what should I bring for you ladies?" They laughed. "Chocolate!" they said in agreement. "Anything chocolate."
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
A Good Ultrasound
I sat on the little exam table, holding Bryan's hand, discussing different aspects of pregnancy, labor, and delivery with Dr. Minudri. He was great. I'd seen him deliver a few babies in nursing school and at friend's births, and was always impressed with his approach and attitude. Since our wonderful midwife moved across the country last summer, we were forced to make some new decisions. I absolutely loved our home births. But I've never been under the impression that hospitals are crazy or evil. In fact, I think our local hospital and some of our local doctors are particularly wonderful.
So when we found out we were pregnant, Bryan and I began discussing our options. Choose a new midwife, or choose a doctor and try a hospital birth? We analyzed the pros and cons. I made an appointment with Dr. Minudri, and we decided we'd see how we felt after our appointment.
I've been pretty sick with morning sickness during the last month. There have been days where I have either been in bed or on the couch for 23 hours a day. I had to force myself to eat a few crackers and a bowl of cheerios. Any smell (or sometimes even the thought of food) was enough to make me throw up. I started taking Unisom and B6 every night, and that eased the nausea a little. But I was still pretty sick.
Then last week I started feeling a tiny bit better. The day before Thanksgiving, I was actually on my feet and in my kitchen for the first time in weeks. I made green bean casserole and berry pies. Granted, the bacon grease for the green beans made me throw up, but I could tell I was having a good day. "I'll feel horrible tomorrow," I thought. But I didn't. And the next day I even felt a tiny bit better than that. I ate a whole plate of Thanksgiving leftovers. I've been feeling a tiny bit better every day. I've been eating a little bit of normal food. And keeping it down.
So I started to worry. Something must be wrong with the baby. I don't start feeling better until the second trimester. So something has to be wrong. I shouldn't be feeling better and eating real food yet. Something's wrong. The baby probably died, and my hCG levels are dropping, which is why I'm feeling better, and I'm going to have a miscarriage any day. After all, almost a third of all pregnancies end in miscarriage. I've had two healthy pregnancies, so I'm due for a miscarriage. I have so many friends with heartbreaking stories of miscarriages, it has to be my turn. Plus, I've just been thinking about miscarriage a lot lately, so God is probably trying to prepare my heart for such a hard thing.
So this morning I sat on the exam table, really comfortable with Dr. Minudri's answers to my questions. But I couldn't shake the feeling that our conversation might be pointless. Maybe my pregnancy is already over and we just don't know it yet.
I finally laid back, and he squirted the cold ultrasound jelly on my belly. I held Bryan's hand, and we watched the ultrasound monitor screen. And suddenly, there was a tiny little baby on the screen. "Oh hi, Baby," I whispered, as my eyes welled up. I squeezed Bryan's hand. The baby kicked and squirmed around a little.
Our baby. Our baby was alive. And kicking and squirming.
The little heart was flickering away. Dr. Minudri pushed a couple of buttons on the ultrasound machine, and suddenly we heard a beautiful little heartbeat.
Our baby. Our baby's heart was beating. 158, I think he said. Silent little tears kept sliding down my face.
Beautiful. Perfect, as far as we could tell. Our baby was alive, kicking, and beautiful.
We finished up our appointment, and I kissed Bryan goodbye so he could head to work. I got in my car, and sat there for a minute. My baby wasn't dead. I realized that was really what I had been expecting. But I had been so wrong. Never have I ever been so glad that I was wrong. Tears started falling again. I started sobbing. God, why is my baby so alive, when so many are not? Thank you, thank you thank you.
Last week I had been thinking about how we should bless the name of the Lord, in good times and in hard times. I was thinking I was going to learn what it really means to bless the name of the Lord while walking through the wilderness. But God didn't give me that lesson today.
Today my heart is overflowing with joy, amazement, and gratitude. Blessed be Your name, in the land that is plentiful, where your streams of abundance flow. Blessed be Your name. I cried some more, and then pulled myself together. Silly pregnancy hormones.
Yay for pregnancy hormones.
So when we found out we were pregnant, Bryan and I began discussing our options. Choose a new midwife, or choose a doctor and try a hospital birth? We analyzed the pros and cons. I made an appointment with Dr. Minudri, and we decided we'd see how we felt after our appointment.
I've been pretty sick with morning sickness during the last month. There have been days where I have either been in bed or on the couch for 23 hours a day. I had to force myself to eat a few crackers and a bowl of cheerios. Any smell (or sometimes even the thought of food) was enough to make me throw up. I started taking Unisom and B6 every night, and that eased the nausea a little. But I was still pretty sick.
Then last week I started feeling a tiny bit better. The day before Thanksgiving, I was actually on my feet and in my kitchen for the first time in weeks. I made green bean casserole and berry pies. Granted, the bacon grease for the green beans made me throw up, but I could tell I was having a good day. "I'll feel horrible tomorrow," I thought. But I didn't. And the next day I even felt a tiny bit better than that. I ate a whole plate of Thanksgiving leftovers. I've been feeling a tiny bit better every day. I've been eating a little bit of normal food. And keeping it down.
So I started to worry. Something must be wrong with the baby. I don't start feeling better until the second trimester. So something has to be wrong. I shouldn't be feeling better and eating real food yet. Something's wrong. The baby probably died, and my hCG levels are dropping, which is why I'm feeling better, and I'm going to have a miscarriage any day. After all, almost a third of all pregnancies end in miscarriage. I've had two healthy pregnancies, so I'm due for a miscarriage. I have so many friends with heartbreaking stories of miscarriages, it has to be my turn. Plus, I've just been thinking about miscarriage a lot lately, so God is probably trying to prepare my heart for such a hard thing.
So this morning I sat on the exam table, really comfortable with Dr. Minudri's answers to my questions. But I couldn't shake the feeling that our conversation might be pointless. Maybe my pregnancy is already over and we just don't know it yet.
I finally laid back, and he squirted the cold ultrasound jelly on my belly. I held Bryan's hand, and we watched the ultrasound monitor screen. And suddenly, there was a tiny little baby on the screen. "Oh hi, Baby," I whispered, as my eyes welled up. I squeezed Bryan's hand. The baby kicked and squirmed around a little.
Our baby. Our baby was alive. And kicking and squirming.
The little heart was flickering away. Dr. Minudri pushed a couple of buttons on the ultrasound machine, and suddenly we heard a beautiful little heartbeat.
Our baby. Our baby's heart was beating. 158, I think he said. Silent little tears kept sliding down my face.
Beautiful. Perfect, as far as we could tell. Our baby was alive, kicking, and beautiful.
We finished up our appointment, and I kissed Bryan goodbye so he could head to work. I got in my car, and sat there for a minute. My baby wasn't dead. I realized that was really what I had been expecting. But I had been so wrong. Never have I ever been so glad that I was wrong. Tears started falling again. I started sobbing. God, why is my baby so alive, when so many are not? Thank you, thank you thank you.
Last week I had been thinking about how we should bless the name of the Lord, in good times and in hard times. I was thinking I was going to learn what it really means to bless the name of the Lord while walking through the wilderness. But God didn't give me that lesson today.
Today my heart is overflowing with joy, amazement, and gratitude. Blessed be Your name, in the land that is plentiful, where your streams of abundance flow. Blessed be Your name. I cried some more, and then pulled myself together. Silly pregnancy hormones.
Yay for pregnancy hormones.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Coming July, 2014!
Due July 1, which means I'm 5 weeks today. I know this is considered really early to announce a pregnancy, but since we fully believe that this child is fully our baby, we want our friends and family to rejoice with us! And, in case morning sickness kicks in, you won't have to wonder why I look green all the time.
We covet your prayers, especially since we know that these early weeks of pregnancy are the most fragile. I'm also a little bit nervous about caring for two energetic little girls while I battle morning sickness. So pray with us that this baby will grow strong and healthy to full term, and that there won't be very much morning sickness.
Thanks be to God for this new life.
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