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September 4, 2003

9-4-03

I am a little over 35 weeks now. We are all eagerly awaiting the birth of Owen.

This past week has been quite interesting for all of us. G has continued to try to poop on the potty for us. He understands the feelings and will sit and usually make a small amount but I'll take whatever I can get. We are so proud of him and he is in turn proud of himself. Yesterday, he apparently peepeed at daycare on the potty. His teacher said it wasn't much but made a big deal out of it. You have to. She also says he asks to sit on the potty every time they go to the bathroom now. G has gotten quite a selection of toys from the present box I have for him. He has tons of playdough tools now and some new cars and action figures and even a new set of Buzz Lightyear undies. I know as soon as I have the baby, he'll stop the diapers. You know, no break in between kids. But, that's OK; I just hope he doesn't regress when the baby's born after all his hard work.

The FLU hit us hard this past weekend. It never really slowed G down but when it hit us, the adults, it made a big dent in our lifestyle...

Friday, Ron picked G up from school and they said he was a bit lethargic throughout the day.

Saturday morning he started the squirts. And yet, he still hit the potty once that day for us. We decided to wait another day before visiting my newest niece.

Sunday morning, he screamed when he woke up and realized his bed was covered in poop. Needless to say, it was pretty disgusting. We stayed home again. I got alot of organizing done, then it started for me. I figured I could deal with it - until the vomiting joined in at midnight - then at 1:30, then at 3 am. I was just washing my hands ready to crawl back into bed when G screamed. Ron ran upstairs and we started the laundry again. He had soiled his sheets for a second time. I was in pretty bad shape, but I had to help as best I could. I cleared off the bed and started laundry while Ron cleaned him up and got the couch set up for him to sleep on. We put him on a waterproof table cloth. I continued my trips to the bathroom throughout the night. My craving for anything to drink (a few sips of water) sent me to the bathroom for a double dose at 6 am.

It's Monday and we again decided to stay home again. G and I had pedialyte pops for breakfast and I was able to keep that down. He and I lounged on the couch. Me more than him. He seemed fine. I watched Maternity Ward for hours on end. I cried with some of the births. Ah, the hormones of being pregnant. Another thing is that I came to a realization about the upcoming birth of Owen. Those of you who have been keeping up with me know that I've been pushing for a VBAC. When we thought I had gestational diabetes two weeks ago, we had accepted having a c-section. When I barely passed the 3 hour, we were back on track for the VBAC. Then, while watching Maternity Ward, things changed. I saw a woman trying to have her second child vaginally and she pushed for 3 hours and ended up with a c-section. It brought back so many memories for me - really bad ones. I cried for her. And she was trying to push out a 7 1/2 pounder. I know I'm going to have a 9 pounder again - I just know it. I'm the same size as I was with G at this point. I thought alot about whether I was ready to go through the same thing I did with G only to end up with a c-section. I don't think so. Unless I can go early (and they won't induce previous c-sections) I just don't think I can do it. The pain, the vomiting, the failed epidurals, the swelling, the tears, the failed meds during the c-section, the 20 hours in labor...I just don't know if I could do it again. I used to say "it couldn't get much worse the second time." But, it could be as bad, right? Ron and I have been talking about it alot.

I still plan to drink my raspberry leaf tea and get advice from the massage therapist. If I can go naturally two weeks early then I might try, but if I have to wait until my due date, I can just forget it. So, Monday, I had my 35 week appt with my doctor and when I mentioned that we were talking about it, he seemed very relieved that we had come to that conclusion. He agreed that the baby wasn't going to be petite and said that my risks were much lower with a c-section. Since then I've talked with many women who tell me that a planned c-section isn't nearly as bad as 20 hours of labor, pain and vomiting resulting in a c-section.

So, here we are trying to pick a birthdate. We just can't decide. There are so many things to consider. I'll be in the hospital for a few days (3 or 4). My stepson is graduating from AIT (Army training) on the 10th of October. His dad should be there. Ron is also working the weekend of the 4th and 5th. We had thought the 1st would be good until we realized he was working that weekend. Now we are thinking the 6th of October. And since I'm due on the 7th, that's probably the latest the doctor will let me go. I can have my mom come down on the 10th while Ron got to Missouri and back on that day for the graduation. I could have it earlier, but I don't know how early I really want to go. Decisions, decisions.

Anne

p.s. Tuesday Ron ended up getting sick and I left him home all day while G went to daycar and I went to work.