Well She’s Here! | My Birth Story

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Maya R. W. 7lbs 40z 20in

Well so much for the to-do list, Maya came early! It was one hell of a ride getting her here, too. I must say that this pregnancy was definitely different from my first. I was more scared around this time due to how she came early and why.

The Falls

Last week I fell in my bathroom getting up from the toilet. I became dizzy and ended up in the tub. I hit my ass and then landed on my back. I was okay from that fall for the most part. My son on the other hand was having a cow. He kept asking me if I was alright and kept telling me to eat my dinner. I thought it was very protective of him and something I don’t see often. He was like my little protector while his step-dad was away at work.

The second fall happened the next day in the afternoon. There was still snow and ice on the ground and I decided that this was the perfect time to get my stir-crazy ass out of the house for a bit – not. My son wanted bananas, I wanted to take a walk so yea I thought everything was fine. My first mistake was putting on tennis shoes and not my winter boots. I’m still beating myself up over that fact. Well right at the first sign of ice I almost had an oops; I managed to save myself from that one. 25 paces towards a small, minuscule, harmless patch of ice that could have been avoided, I bust my ass. When I fell, I tried to cushion the fall and catch myself but ended up kneeing myself in the belly. I fell flat on my back and laid there for a bit allthewhile trying to convince myself to get up. That involved rolling from side to side to gain enough momentum to land on one side to get up. I laid there though for a good 1 minute or so, looking up at the sky, contemplating life; wondering why I fell on such a small piece of ice when I managed to electric slide my ass past the bigger patch. After realizing this was all my fault, I managed to sit up. Now, the hard part was bending my now hurt knee to get up. Mind you, I’m still on the ice I slipped on. Luckily, someone pulled over and helped me up. He asked if I was okay and I told him yea. Once he was convinced, he left me with my hurt pride and a few kind words: “You take care of that baby!” and that was that.

I continued on to the store – bruised pride and all. By the time I got there though, that wasn’t the only thing that was bruised. I could barely walk. No one in the store seemed to notice this limping, pregnant woman wincing and moaning around in their store. I did my grocery shopping and limped back home. When I got there, I told my fiancé that I fell and he immediately got upset that he let me go in the first place when he didn’t want me to. I told him that I could barely walk and that I may need to call for an ambulance. I ended up calling my 24-hour nurse line first and of course they told me to get my ass to the hospital. So after that call, I ate a bit, gave my son his bananas and pop tarts – that he managed to get all over the living room, I called his “dad” and had him pick him up a day early, once my son was gone I then called 911. They were here 5 minutes later.

Two vehicles showed up and now there were 8 people in my home looking down at me as I sit on my exercising ball. I told them what happened and they agreed that I needed to be seen at the hospital. I couldn’t walk down the stairs so they got their stair chair stretcher thingy-mabob. That was fun.

The Hospital – University Hospital

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I don’t like needles to begin with…

Now I’m at the hospital and I still can barely move my legs. A guy nurse came in to poke me in the arm with needles. He didn’t seem like he wanted to be at work that day. He decided to not even try to get me in the bend of my arm, he went for the gusto and got me right in my wrist. That shit hurt. That wasn’t the fun part; I had to repeat my story 5-6 times to 2 different people and I’m surprised my patience lasted that long. Once they finally got what happened after me telling them for the 7th time, they decided to get in contact with my nurse practitioner where I was receiving my prenatal care. It took them two damn hours. TWO to find out where I was going for my prenatal care. I gave them all the information they needed and it wasn’t until I had to repeat once again where I was going that finally something clicked in their head.

They decided they needed to do an ultrasound and then an x-ray. The ultrasound went fine. The technician was telling me that she was measuring at 38 weeks due to how long her legs were. I was surprised, but then again, at my first ultrasound they told me I was measuring a little far ahead. I was just glad she was okay. Next was the x-ray. There was a little discrepancy with that because the technician didn’t know that there was an order for me to have an x-ray even though I was pregnant. They needed one because they wanted to make sure my pelvic bone wasn’t broken. I had to go back to my room and sit there for another 30-40 minutes. I finally got my x-ray and back to my room I went. Climbing in and out of that hospital bed took a lot of work. They didn’t check my cervix or did any vaginal tests and they didn’t tell me the results of the x-ray so I assumed everything was fine.

Where is my fiancé you ask? He’s at work. At this point we are assuming that everything is okay and that I’ll be going back home soon. Well it didn’t pan out that way. The doctor on call at this emergency room wanted me transported to the maternity ward at the hospital where I was getting my prenatal care. They didn’t have all the tools needed to monitor me and the baby; baby heart monitor, contraction monitors, etc. Once I found that out, I called my fiancé and let him know what was going on, they let him leave work early and he headed to the hospital where I was; hoping he got there before they transported me. He brought me something to eat and we sat there and talked about any and everything but the reason I’m at the hospital. We began discussing the plan on whether they will be keeping me or not at the maternity ward. I told him that I will keep in touch with him. Transport was hours from picking me up when it was all said and done. My fiancé decided to head home and will meet up with me the following day. I arrive at the maternity ward around 10:30 that night. So you can imagine how long I was in the emergency room.

Summa Akron City Hospital Maternity Ward

I was put in triage and had very lovely nurses; I loved their personalities. They hooked me up to the contraction and fetal heartbeat monitors while I repeated thrice again what happened, then once again when the OB/GYN doctor came in to check my cervix.  Once they ran their tests, nurses were in and out of my room getting more and more information out of me and having me sign papers and such. From what the nurses were telling me then, everything looked fine. Around 1:00 that morning I was asked how I was getting home. I had the foggiest clue. I had 20 bucks on hand and that wasn’t enough for a taxi. I could barely walk as it was and it looks like my only route was to camp out at the hospital until the first available bus to the transit center started running. My mind was running a mile a minute and I was beginning to worry. They kept coming in asking me if I found a way home yet and had to tell them no. I was still weighing my options. 30 minutes go by, I’m still in my gown from the previous hospital – I have two on actually so I could cover my butt. I’m still hooked up to the monitors so I decided to eat the rest of my food that I bought with me when the doctor of the day came in to tell me that they will be keeping me. They didn’t like how Maya was reacting to the contractions. Her heart rate would drop every time I had one. Oh shit…I called my fiancé.

They had a maternity room cleaned and that’s where everything was going to go down. They hooked me back up to my monitors that were god-awful uncomfortable and watched me from their desks out in the hallway. Every so often they would come in and readjust because I moved. They also would come and ask me if I needed anything. All I wanted to do was to sleep. I wanted things to be okay. I wanted to go home.

My Fiance

He’s at home tripping balls. He was already worried that they had to transport me and I was there in the hospital alone and now he’s worried that something was wrong with Maya. He still haven’t left yet because I wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t be wasting bus fare. I talk to him for a while, telling him that the nurses have conflicting stories. They’re saying that everything looks fine, it’s just Maya isn’t liking the contractions and that I could be going home or I may not. Fiance too wired to go to sleep, I told him to calm down and then went I to sleep.

Induction

Later that morning a nurse and a doctor walks in to my room to tell me that they will be inducing me and that an anesthesiologist will be in to talk to me. They decided it would be safer to induce me than to send me home and something happens; they don’t want to be liable for that. Now I’M TRIPPING BALLS.

Back At Home

I call my fiancé and tell him that they’re inducing me and now he’s tripping on all the balls and is now running around like a maniac trying to get everything together. I text him everything I needed – my hospital bag wasn’t packed yet. Maya’s was packed weeks ago so that was one less thing for him to worry about. He calls me to tell me that he couldn’t find the camera. Now I’m more worried about him not finding the camera  more than the induction. I didn’t get to take photographs with my son and I really wanted pictures this time around. He then tells me that he’s going to stay here a while longer and get the house cleaned up a bit. He didn’t want Maya “coming home to a dirty house”. I hang up with him to let him calm his tits while I lay in the hospital bed looking at the ceiling trying to calm mine. I ended up falling asleep.

Anesthesiologist

I woke up to a woman dressed in scrubs and a mask standing at the end of my bed. She tells me she’s from the anesthesiologist department. She was there to discuss what my plans were on pain relief. I just looked at her for a few seconds. I was still reeling from the fact that this was happening. I wasn’t ready. I needed more time. I wanted to go home and get ready for Thanksgiving. I wanted to put this entire fall behind me, but here I am, talking to this nice woman about pain relief. So I told her what my plan was and she told me the procedures and what will be required from me. She handed me some papers to sign and was on her way. She reassured me the guy was really good and is an expert at what he did – gosh I hope so! – She had to mention the 30 years in practice he acquired. Later on you’ll read why that doesn’t mean a goddamned thing.

Cytotec or Foley Bulb

The next woman to enter my room was there to talk about the initial induction. She told me that I could either get foleythe Cytotec pill inserted – which cannot be stopped if the contractions come too fast or too painful, or the Foley Bulb – or balloon – that is inserted up past the baby’s head and blown up to widen my cervix. She then tells me that she will start off with the Foley Bulb, both sound scary as hell. I kind of wanted the pill, but shit either way I’m going to be in pain.

I’m here alone with my thoughts, scared out of my ass, but you couldn’t tell by how quick I fell asleep after the nurse left to get prepped.

The Induction

The pain was a bitch. She had to check my cervix to see if I was dilated and it felt like hot poker sticks were getting jammed in my cervix. She tells me that I’m about a 1 and that would be enough to insert the Foley Bulb. Her assistant nurse hands her all of what she needed and she went to town. It felt like she was in there forever. Why? Because she couldn’t get to where she needed to be because Maya’s head was in the way. “She’s right there.” All I could do is continue doing my breathing. They kept telling me that I was doing a good job on my breathing, I was surprised because I haven’t been to not one birthing class with either pregnancy. Anyway, she’s still up in there and she finally get it past her head and I’m so relieved I almost thanked Zeus.

Satan’s Penicillin

They then hook me up to Pitocin, Penicillin and some other third thing I can’t remember. I never needed penicillin before so when my arm began feeling like it was on fire I freaked! I didn’t get a warning or anything. That pain shot straight up to my shoulder and stayed there like a mother-in-law who refuses to go home. I started screaming “What is that?! What the hell is that?!” while looking at my arm. I call for a nurse and it felt like she was taking forever to get to my room. The longer she took the worse it got. I wanted to drag my arm through Alaska. A nurse entered my room and she wasn’t “my nurse” so she went and got my nurse. She came back with ice in a glove and I was forever grateful. That’s when they tell me that penicillin burns like a bitch.

Why?

Why did my fiancé bring all of her clothes, diapers, cloth diapers, bottles and other items when her bag was packed? I don’t know, but I’m sure it had a lot to do with him losing his shit. My hospital bag was all of her things. Most of what I asked for was left at the house. I couldn’t help but laugh. I kept telling him if she had to stay they’d provide everything she would need at the hospital.

Time Drags On…

Every couple of hours a nurse came in to up the Pitocin and then check my cervix. I was at 7cm before the contractions got uncomfortable. The nurses were looking at me amazed at how calm I was, telling me, “you make this look so easy! You’re doing so good!” I thought I was doing a horrible job.

Fiance shows up around 6 or 7 that evening. I was dilated at about a 9 and finally wanted the epidural. The first time I got it was in and out. This anesthesiologist was going in out, left, right, readjusting, etc. When he finally got it in and I was able to relax, I was good from there on out. Me and fiancé conversed until it was time for me to push. Which was around 4 the next morning.

She came in to this world at 4:25 am 11.22.14.maya

Postpartum

Well, it’s Thanksgiving day and I’ve been on a roller coaster of emotions and pains. I ended up having to go back to the hospital. I spent thanksgiving in the hospital. You can read about that here.

Anyway, I only had a 1st-degree tear which was great. I barely bled, another plus. The light at the tunnel though? The color of pain. My breasts were sore. I still could barely walk when I got up from bed or where I was sitting. It always felt like I worked out like a maniac the previous day.

For the most part I was fine. I was able to move and function during the day. but around the same time every night I would get this sharp  pain on the right side of my abdomen. It would gradually go away then come back stronger. As days went by the pain started off more painful and lasted longer. I had no idea what was going on.

Maya

I was able to bring her home with me since she was considered term – 37 weeks. She’s perfect. My breasts are sore as hell. Breastfeeding has been more successful this time around. It took her a minute to get the hang of it because she was getting so frustrated at first. She’s a sleeper and very grouchy if you wake her up. She keeps her eyes closed 99% of the time so when she does open them it’s always a treat. She’s like her father but more extreme; she hates the light; artificial or natural. She has a bit of jaundice in her eyes but they said that it was normal. She lost more than a couple of ounces while in the hospital due to my attempts at keeping her fed. As long as she don’t lose more than 10% of her birth weight then it’s fine.

I can’t wait til her big brother can see her.

 

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35 Weeks Pregnant and I Feel Great

I never thought I could say that. These past few weeks have been very trying. I was having dizzy spells, headaches on one side of my head, and were seeing spots. I ended up calling a 24-hour nurse to ease my worries; all it did was escalate them because she told me to go to the ER.

Well all is well now. There’s a lot of pressure and I’m supposed to do as little as possible because of possible risks of delivering early – I have, just not as much as I should. I have a 3-year-old to chase around. He’s becoming so independent and his speech is coming along so well. He’s finally at the stage where when he repeats something, it’s as exactly as you say it – 80% of the time. He’s so affectionate and a bit of a rough-houser. I’m convinced he don’t know his own strength.

As for Ms. Maya, she’s very quiet these days. She waits until I’m on my way to sleep for the night or during a nap to start kicking up a storm. It’s not like I didn’t already know she was going to do that.

I managed to buy more things for her and they came in the mail today. I got her a health kit and a carrier and I got me some Lanolin for my nipples – something I didn’t have the first time around. I’m really going to try to stick with this breastfeeding this time. Last time I was told I wasn’t producing enough for my son and ended up solely giving him Similac formula. I felt horrible for a while after that, but then I realized that it wasn’t my fault. My son was/is greedy.

I wonder what Maya is going to be like. This is definitely a new adventure for me. I feel like a first time mom all over again because in certain ways girls are different. I just hope she doesn’t have my attitude…or my face. There’s already one of them running around with my face and he’s a tyrant.

33 Weeks Pregnant | Today’s Symptoms

Just yesterday and the day before I was feeling great. Maya has officially dropped into the birth canal and is no longer karate kicking me in the ribs. Even with her dropping lower, I was in less pain and was able to do some chores around the home. I felt fantastic. Today, not so much. I feel like crap. The constant cramping, sharp pains on the left side of my belly, dreadful sciatica and the painful back aches has made this a very trying day. Did I mention that I’ve gone back to being very exhausted and sleepy? It wasn’t 48 hours ago when I was full of energy and waking up before my early bird fiancé.

Another thing that I wasn’t experiencing before 32 weeks was the constant need to go to the bathroom. Now, I’m taking a piss 3-4 times in an hour. Before I was just going every couple of hours and that’s with drinking gallons of water. I’m now getting up every night at least three times to go to the bathroom and I’ve stopped my fluid consumption way before bed and end up using the bathroom 2-3 times prior.

The upside? Even though I shouldn’t and even though I don’t stay on my back that long because my conscience wakes me up and tells me to roll to my side, I can fucking lay on my back and actually be damned comfortable. I’ve missed that. I’ll be glad when I can sleep on my tummy again.

I Remember This Pain When I Was Giving Birth

When my son was sitting on my pelvis right as he was coming out, that’s the pain I’m feeling right now. It’s very painful, but there’s not much I can do about it. Everything I do seems to make it worse or not help it at all. Soaking in a warm bath doesn’t work. Tylenol doesn’t work. Sitting on my maternity ball doesn’t work. Sitting still doesn’t work. The throbbing, sharp pains are still there and there seems to be no relief. It takes me 10 minutes to walk from my computer to the kitchen to the bedroom. I have to use my son’s old stroller as a walker to get from place to place. I can barely take this pain, but I have to, I must.

The pain is on the left side of my body and it is getting worse. Soon as I felt it, the memories of the pain came back. I’m not sure how typical it is for a mother to remember the pains from the first labor, but here I am. I hope it goes away soon.

This Pregnancy is Definitely Different

I should have known this wasn’t going to be an easy pregnancy when the morning sickness was worse this time around than the last. The constant feeling of needing to vomit but never do was annoying.

Last pregnancy:

  • Horrible morning sickness – couldn’t eat for weeks.
  • Stress levels were much greater. Suicide/regretting being pregnant and fighting against having an abortion weighed heavily on my mind.
  • Sciatica was manageable.
  • Restless leg syndrome was random but rare.
  • Getting married felt like a chore and more of an obligation for my unborn child than me actually wanting to be with the person I married.
  • Didn’t experience Braxton hicks contractions.
  • No menstrual-like cramping.
  • Huge belly, couldn’t see my feet at 30 weeks.
  • No lower back pain.
  • Few instances where there was any pelvic pain or pressure.
  • Could still walk 3-4 miles a day while pregnant.
  • No Charlie horses.
  • Had a down syndrome scare. Doctors saw abnormalities in my blood.
  • Father didn’t show up for the doctor’s appointments, especially the one where they had to sit down with me and discuss both sides of the family’s bloodline and if there were anyone with cancer, down syndrome, etc.
  • Got kicked out of home at 7-months – twice. Once from blood family and second from baby’s father.

This pregnancy:

  • Pregnancy was planned.
  • Stress levels were nowhere near to what they were last pregnancy.
  • Everything in my being wants to marry the father of my child and spend the rest of my life with him.
  • I got to take part in naming my child instead of being guilt-tripped into naming the child what the father wanted the name to be.
  • Left my grandmother’s home for good.
  • Sciatica almost disable me to a vegetable everyday. I can barely walk most days, there’s no relief other than waiting it out.
  • Restless leg syndrome is every night – have to put my left arm to sleep to get it to stop.
  • Speaking of sleepy arms: My right arm fell asleep two days ago and has never fully woken up. My pinky on that arm is still feel numb and when I touch it, the sensation feels funny.
  • Morning sickness came back in third trimester.
  • Maya is kicking me extra hard and causes soreness and pain everyday. Her kicks have been strong since 18 weeks.
  • Breasts are much bigger and I’m sure the milk hasn’t developed yet.
  • More confident in breastfeeding and hopefully I’ll produce more this time around. I have a better support system.
  • Actually feel the Braxton Hicks contractions this second time around. They’re very uncomfortable.
  • Experiencing a hell of a lot more menstrual-like cramping. Didn’t feel it at all with my last pregnancy.
  • No lower back pain.
  • Can still see my feet at 31+2 weeks.
  • Cannot walk for very long lengths of time. Consequences and repercussions were paid in full the following morning.
  • A hell of a lot of Charlie horses.
  • Extreme amount of discharge.
  • Sexual libido actually came back. Probably had a lot with being attracted and in love with the person I’m with.
  • Fiance is taking part in the pregnancy by supporting me, helping me, being there for me and show up to doctor’s appointments.

So yea…even though I’m in more pain, I’m much happier and my child is happy. I just hope I’ll be able to start my EMT classes in the Spring of next year.

 

 

Lightning Boobs!

If you clicked here because you wanted to see Lightning’s Boobs – from Final Fantasy – jiggle, you’re going to be disappointed.

This post is about the sharp pains – also known as lightning boobs – in my breast. This pregnancy has been much different than my last, but I wasn’t expecting it to be the same.

I’m in my third trimester and the sharp pains are random, but they make me stop what I’m doing every time. It starts near the top of my breasts and then go straight to my nipples. Or, it starts at my nipples and travel around my areolas.

Doing a Google search hasn’t actually given me anything to work with. The articles I’ve found mention sore and tender breasts, but nothing about the sharp pains. Of course once I’ve switched to another hospital, I will be asking them about it. I’m sure it’s just my body getting ready for the arrival of Maya. I just wish it didn’t hurt so much.

No pain, no gain I guess.

I Keep Dying In My Dreams

They all say pregnancy dreams are weird and that they’re more vivid and pronounced. Well, mine are – when and if I remember them – are about death. I moved in to my apartment in August and I’ve had two dreams about dying.

Someone how, in the first one, I electrocute myself in the kitchen and I walk around the island/counter and head into the living-room area and I fall down and die. In the second one, I’m getting out of bed but everything is very hazy. It was like I had tunnel vision. This one is a bit weird. I’m walking out of the bedroom and I can barely stand up. I make it to the bathroom door and I fall and push it open. I end up dying on my fiance’s lap while he’s sitting on the toilet.

In both dreams, I’m pregnant. In both dreams my fiancé is in another room and doesn’t see the events prior to me dying. In both dreams, my son is no where around. In both dreams I fall down and die. The only difference in this last one is that I could actually feel – or it was a weird sensation – myself as if I was passing away. It felt like my life was leaving my body. It was really weird and I think that feeling is going to stay with me.

I May Have To Switch Hospitals | Nurse Practitioners At Akron City Hospital Are The Worse

Let’s just say not all of the nurse practitioners are bad, but between getting switched to another doctor without any explanation to why to my recent appointment, I’m saddened, frustrated, and disgusted.

At my recent appointment, I felt more like a number than a patient. The doctor I had (we’ll just call her MK – those are her initials) was very rude and couldn’t answer most of my questions; questions she should be familiar with. She didn’t even know that RLS means Restless Leg Syndrome and that some women get it during pregnancy. I had it during my last pregnancy and it went away soon after I had my son. I had to educate her on the matter. After I mentioned the RLS and  how I have to put my arm to sleep to make it stop she just told me she has no clue what to do about that and to talk to someone else about it. The other responses to my questions were “I don’t know” or “You’re wrong, that’s not pregnancy”. When MK wasn’t cutting me short, she was being rude and dismissing my concerns to the questions that she could answer. She couldn’t even be thorough with the information she did give me. She just handed me my papers and was on her way. Neglected to even prescribed me the constipation medicine I needed. She was so ready to leave out of the room, I just let her go. It wasn’t worth the oxygen I’d need to express my frustrations with her. When talking about my concerns she didn’t engage beyond what I was saying, she just cut me off at times and wouldn’t allow me to explain. I felt rushed and tuned out.

MK didn’t care that I had pain all over and that I could barely walk due to the pain. When I told her there’s blood in my stool along with the constipation she prescribes me a powdery substance you put in water – that was to handle my constipation.. I never got that script. Again, I was too frustrated with her responses to go in further with my other questions and concerns such as the times where I’m in a resting position, IE: sitting down in a chair, I lose my breath and it feels like someone is sitting on my chest. I wanted to cry! I know, I know, I’m pregnant and people would excuse my feelings due to hormones, but this wasn’t hormones. She was being rude, impatient, and unnecessary standoff-ish to my questions and concerns.  I was already close to tears due to how much pain I was already in and how walking was such a task I was close to being in a wheelchair. I wanted to talk about induction on my due date, but she would have probably gotten much ruder. I don’t need that kind of rudeness right now as bad as I was feeling.

I’m 30 weeks pregnant – due date 12/13/14. I shouldn’t have to go through this so late in my pregnancy – or early in ANY pregnancy. I don’t know if I should or can file a complaint against that nurse, I think I should just start going to a different doctor since I have that option. Maybe I should just go to Akron Children’s Hospital and see how they fair; hell, I’m fine with going back up to Rainbow Babies & Children’s hospital in Cleveland and have my daughter there if I could get there; I loved that hospital. Anything is better than the amount of disrespect and care I received at my last appointment.

The more I think about it, the worst I feel about how I was treated. I will be calling Akron City / Summa Hospital / Summa Physicians / Women’s Health Center first thing in the morning to let them know that I’m transferring my care to another hospital. Are all Summa Hospitals like this? I hope not.

I also don’t appreciate not being made clear about the students that pop up at random to my appointments. I wasn’t made aware of it and I can’t find it in any of the agreements they made me sign. I don’t appreciate being told that this student will be in on the appointment with me without giving me an option to opt out of that kind of care. Being worked on by a student and having them poke me and measure me so they can get an idea on how-to do it wouldn’t have been a problem if I would have been given a warning. Another thing that RB&C seems to do correctly. No one is forcing me to go to AC so I won’t be. I’ll go somewhere else and hopefully the doctors don’t treat me like crap. Where if you ask if could they change the channel from the FOX NEWS channel, they don’t roll their eyes and tell you no in such a manner you would think I’d asked them if I could have their first-born.

My Birth Plan

I made a birth plan for my last pregnancy and it totally didn’t go as planned – not even in the slightest. I’m entertaining a birth plan again this time. Luckily, the hospital I’m hoping to have my child at – if I make it there – has a nifty birth plan form on their website. Here it is:

mybirthplan

There are some other things that I would like that they didn’t have an option for:

  • I’m breastfeeding so I want to be able to have to baby latch without pain and try different breastfeeding positions.
  • I want to be able to nurse often and know that Maya is nursing well.
  • Meet with a lactation consultant.
  • Keep my baby with me in my room.
  • I do not want my child to have a pacifier or bottle.

Most of all, I would like a healthy pregnancy. So far minus the contractions, I’ve had just that.

Painful Menstrual-like Cramps Again

Well, this evening, a little bit after my fiance left for work I had the worst menstrual-like cramps in the world. I called up my insurance 24-hour nurse line and they told me to go to the hospital because it sound like pre-term labor. The cramps started and would last 5-10 minutes and then fade, but never go away. I was feeling pressure and the pain traveled to my back. I was sweating, but no fever. I was also sick to my stomach and felt like I needed to vomit. Maya, stopped moving while all this was happening; while I was on the phone with the nurse. Moving around didn’t work, sitting still didn’t work and my son poking me in my stomach didn’t help. I didn’t have a fever and I didn’t have spotting or fluids leaking. I ended up having another huge one while on the phone with the nurse and she timed it from the last one I had and that’s when she told me that I should go to the hospital.

I didn’t go.

I felt like I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I couldn’t call anyone to pick me up, I couldn’t walk to the hospital. The hospital I go to is in Akron, I’m in Twinsburg. I simply told myself if it got worse and I could barely think straight then I would call 911. The cramping stayed for another 30 minutes after I decided to get up and make me and my son dinner. I just kept saying “If I can make it through fixing dinner, I’m fine”. Soon after I was finished and sat down, Maya started moving and the pain subsided. I have a doctor’s appointment coming up soon and I’ll definitely talk to them about this.

You’d think since I have a child already, I’d know what to do. Well, that’s not the case. With my son I didn’t have contractions, I didn’t notice the Braxton hicks even. I went that entire pregnancy feeling absolutely nothing until I started getting extreme back pain on one side. Even then he wasn’t ready to come out, they had to induce me. Well every pregnancy is different. This one happens to be worse.